Messages from the Void

It’s 5:00 AM in the morning, I am sitting comfortably on the end of my bed. My naked back is flattened against the cold wooden surface. I closed my eyes and started my Five breaths. Those laborious five breaths we all take for granted. How hard could it be to take five long, deep and ...

Gravity

It’s new Year’s Eve. I am in the mall, or rather, the arena. The finish line for last minute buyers. I was patting myself on the back for my foresight and wisdom. What a joy, I hadn’t a care in the world. I didn’t have to wrestle the clock. All was falling into place perfectly. ...

Wrinkeled hands on my chest. 

It was a day like any other I sat down with my burdened mind. A hazy sight for my immersed self The world was plummeting down, the very wind fled my chest My feverish heart rebelled inside me I was hollow with brittle bones . No light peeked out of the cracks I was the ...

Honor (A short story)

  The wind was pressing against the chieftain aching body. After days and days of trailing the enemy, now it has come to make things right. The chief’s resolve was now fueled by the heat of his simmering rage. Nothing could dampen the shrieking memories of his young ones slaughtered. After many years of existing ...

The mirror inside

I close my eyes Again past the darkness there is an ember A bright arch of light from behind a charred black heart long burnt from eyes of others cast in scorn But these eyes were but reflections of my own And I see beyond the dark rim I see a much brighter facade Where ...

The New Me 

Let time witness my pain For I grow from the grounds fertile with my decaying past From  bones turned asunder and crumbling ash I emerge into the scalding light of day With groans of torment,I allow the hot humid air in my chest With this pain I beckon to all that is mighty and devine ...

Triton (Memoir of a blue dream)

  How many moons have passed? And now as I approach my thirty-third summer of bashful boyhood, I fully accept the mold of a stern man. I come back to you again in this damp spot when I first saw you many years ago. When you revealed your head of moss and your slender olive wet ...

Mother of the Oasis (Short Story)

Image courtesy from roberthood.net The air was thick with the spice of joy. As the celebrating members of the Shahud tribe were gathering their hunt tribute around the mother of trees. The organic edifice was beheld with honor. The various offerings of the oasis dwellers were piling up at the slender legs of their frozen ...

Warrior Heart. 

I had a dream once, that I could fly with a flock of dragons.  That I could sail on crimson seas and find distant forsaken treasures. And in that dream I gave up hate and anguish. Beasts of land and sea trembled at my sight. I was every prophecy in flesh. I was what hell ...

A new day.

If it could, my shaddow would dance away. As my crumbling self would succumb under the weight of my thoughts.  We sing our sighs in chorus. Yet Time never siezes its tale  From between my agonized fits of self, I witnessed a horizon promising a brilliant dawn  Asking that I shed my stale, breaking skin. ...

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