It never fades

When a star dies, it becomes a traveller. 

The Day the Sun didn't Rise

When the humm of the city started to engulf me , when the clocks started moving fast and rain started falling slow, when the World started folding and twisting into unbearable ache, and memories began to swarm with stings , i found myself a pet.

I'd come home with broken pieces of my beliefs and everyday he'd be waiting for me behind the door. I'd bathe him in tears and he'd listen quietly. He'd sit on my lap as I put 'Down by the Water' by The Drums on loop for the night. The rooms would want to swallow me when they saw me all alone  and I'd let myself sink in his dark fur and hide out. Every night  we'd try to piece together the past and solve it's implausible way to present. He wouldn't speak, he'd understand when friends refused to be allies. He became a comfort when every other thing began shifting their forms.


Then he started following me outside.He'd sit under the table, brush along in the cab rides. He began to grow with my confidence on him. He became an essential part of my existence. His embrace became enormous.

He became a shadow. He started craving for the Sun to set, for me to get back into his enormous dark embrace of familiarity.

He started walking through the walls.

When the clocks started moving fast and rain started falling slow, I looked at myself in the mirror and I screamed. When the World started folding and twisting into an unbearable ache, when senses began to warp, I had found shelter in depression.

Nomads aren't bad lovers

You will spend half of your life trying to unfold from an embrace and the rest of it looking for the shelter of one. 

Ballad of our hearts

Your words ran fast.

Then our voices slowed down.

And we moved in calmness.

And we moved like a storm.

Forever and some more

I've been told that time walks forth, poised like a butler who never fails and paced like an army man that never looks back.


How is it so, then, that I am stuck in infinite loops of perpetualities with your escapades even after time slipped away with you?  Could it be, that we've already had our forevers and we continue to live beyond it, carrying it in our backpacks and wristwatches as time stretches and bends and wraps around us in invisible embraces bringing us back to the beginning again and again.