Isthmus
The things that keep us together, are the ones keeping us apart, And the things keeping us apart, are the strings tying each other’s heart, Even two rooms with a common wall, are separated by a door, When opened, it
Is There
Not to throw, whatever we can against the wall, Not to mouth, every profanity we can quickly recall, Not to vent out, pent up frustration into the community, Anger is there, to test our affinity for serenity. Not to cover
Think
Nobody knew when he slept, when he went and came, All we knew, was that ‘Tanker’ Ralph was his name, That he would be at the docks hours before the boat, A decade-long dream, the only sound from his throat.
Broken
The smile seems so real, but its happiness isn’t, The tears definitely real, but their sorrow isn’t, When the eyes stand deceived by mere expressions, You wonder how really deep are all those emotions. The happiness, the sorrow, are but
Fable
When you close your eyes to the world you know, Thus opening them to a world you will never know, You cannot control the direction your mind can go, For, here, control is something you must forgo. Sweltering under the