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Crackling Realization !


I’ve been writing for ten seasons now
sometime in the five o’clock shadow
to overcome my apathy for survival,
sometime to get out of
my candle waxed dreams
that I have burned at the cross
with mainstream reality,

sometime cross-stitching
my longing
and stringing every vowels
like Christmas light
to write anything worth putting
a meaningful title to

but none of it worked
until I started to let my bones
to get burned
in the mouth of madness
and realized
brightest are the flames
that burns the most

So now I drink my thoughts straight
and smoke out every words that comes
but that doesn’t mean I’m poet
or lover or writer or anything worth calling

may be just a ghostly cyborg
turned into punching bag metaphors
who prefers chaos
between love and peace
for learning how to live in myself

because when as a kid I was asked
what’s the difference between
love and war?
I told them I don’t know the difference

and now I’m almost twenty two
and the only difference
I saw
is that one gives you a medal
for surviving.


  1. superb...loved your last 2 stanzas :) are a poet...a good one at that!!

  2. and u r just twenty two and write like someone far ahead your ahead! Brilliant piece.

    1. and i thought this is one more immature piece of mine .. Thank you so much :)

  3. "one gives you a medal for surviving" How true...:)

  4. there's a medal for not surviving too...and that one hangs heavier!! brilliant piece!

    1. how true gave me another dimension of thoughts .. Thank you so much :)

  5. Wow! You are mind blowing with your words! The last two stanzas have left me speechless...

    1. and you with your comments especially when it makes me speechless .. Thank you so much :)

  6. Lovely words! And yes in both love and war winning is just surviving ...

  7. Very good one!
    Happy writing for more seasons.


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