Long time no see. Lately, been going through a rough patch like we all go through. An ordinary series of events that brings turmoil… I’ve heard it’s a quite common ‘quarter-life crisis’. Bizzare on how ordinary the roughest patch can be. A lot of reflection comes to life around this time I suppose. Careers. Aspiration. … More A Bleak Time
A desperate cry. A desperate lie. A full cask. A stone mask. We put on a smile, Push away a mile. Day in day out, Till eyes fill with drought. Be thick skinned, Fresh as a mint. Not as thin as a reed. Nor easily bleed. Same mask we all bear Though different sears and … More Maskless World
When glee fills the air, Only I know it’s fare – A price of nightmares And skin peeled back bare. This cold stare That they all share. Always ready to steer My path of rough stairs – Is all but rare. I’ve been down here Like it’s my career. Like always… Endure and bear. Ascend … More My Bane called Life
Once a blue moon, Withers the boon. Tides of tomorrow, Never comes to my howl of sorrow. The walls of stone, Share the blood in my bone. Stand tall and firm – In my way. Tide that never comes – I’ll never have my say. Only harsh winds they permit. Weathering. Withering. Pain. I Submit. … More Misery of the Mountain
This pain of yours, From the misery I hurl. Each crunch, pound and cry. Enriches these pearls. A sin I was born with. One which I honed. One that I denied. Which is condoned. Don’t fear life. Don’t fear death. Fear my nature, With every single breath. For I am who I was. Incarnate of … More Wrath
Eyes that click and grasp, Capture more than the farce. Red room that unveils, Prints, for sale. Ears which hear cries, Churn the waves of lies. Flats and sharps, Through the golden harp. Fingers of fury, Judge, Executioner and Jury. The forbidden colours and scripts Shall soon be hits. One in common, That holds the … More Alchemical Artist
Prying eyes peel, Head to heel. Necktie of noose, That will never come loose. This paper in hand, Fills stomach with sand. Full yet famished. Not even astonished. The door is there, But there is a fare. One step away, Yet may lead me astray. But the path beyond, Is more vast than a pond. … More The Cycle of Pain
Art of Cimeries 