• Start Walking

    In a valley of half-meant smiles and fleeting alliances, factions in fractions divide the singularity of a shared purpose. Self-doubt becomes a contagious disease spread with every mockery and every half-meant joke. And we, intoxicated on the ignorance of insensitivity, are all busy blaming others for this poisonous marsh that we are in. This gradual …

  • Of warmth and drear

    Every memory comes rushing like rivers to granite. Moments become holes spread across an empty canvass – how beautiful the stars are at night, and how they become pain streaking down cheeks that once were rosy. This is the night that I do not dread, but the morning dawn shrieks of horror. As the yellow …

  • The Crossroads

    As dreams are devoured by nameless monsters of the arid shores, I find myself amongst brother wind – scattered, tumbling and boundless. The aftermath is always different in the same way. In this déjà vu, a sense of nothingness emerges. This in turn sears a void where sweet nothings well up overflowing a bottomless pit …

  • Momiji’s Hidden Notes

    It was at the Christmas party last year that I held Momiji once more. Her voice rang in an eloquent chaos stirring fires long cindered. Her master is no longer the demon that once flew off-stage with notes bursting from fingertips but a mere wash-out struggling to hold on to a fading glory. I need …