"All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring." - Chuck Palahniuk

'Find out what you're afraid of, and go live there.' - Chuck Palahniuk

He traces the map of the world,

Onto his soul and memory.

Making a promise,

the one he makes to himself everyday.


Because one day,

he'll conquer each dream.

Because when he's old,

that's what will matter.


You are what you pretend to be.

He pretends to be bold, truthful,

enlightened, the leader, the follower,

the dream that seems impossible.


He wakes today,

happy.

Smiling up at the sky, realizing-

everything is upto him;

Because the only battle you ever fight,

is the one with your own mind.

She reaches the end of the stairways,
her long hair gripped in a mist of grace.
The purple fabric draped from beneath her shoulders,
wears the look of vanity.
And in silver, he's moving towards her,
and watches-
the diaphanous stone glinting amidst her graceful fingers.
Asks for her hand and he causes
the smile on her face.
Now, he awaits to spend
his life with her.

The crowd watches,
in amusement;
popping another's life to curb emptiness.
They twitch in indifference,
and whine at happiness.
The curtains fall,
the story of the world around you
remains the same.

Moving away from the purple.

The tigers watch me.
So intently.

Straying by the clock,
my hands fall onto my lap.
My face wears a smile so pristine.

I pull out some old coins from my pocket,
play with them.
Waiting.

By the fire,
I saw them.
Their pack.
Shinning to my eyes.

Clutching onto some hope,
I still wait,
for the tigers to call me one of them.

Thoughts are dangerous things. When you think the taboo, you pass it along. The probability that it would run in another’s head- gets you judging them.

If it were the thought that counted, would you be facing a consequence?

The win.

we're shinning in these sparkling ruffles of pride.
shimmering, glowing in this air of normality.
why do those tears escape your eyes?
hold on to this thin rope of hope -
between us.
sweetness in our footsteps,
the world shall chase,
and we'll be classic.
we can't do any better.
you see,
we're getting to the light at the end of the tunnel.