You are my stranger, and I am your nobody.

Somewhere in the middle of the story of two strangers, a moment of dilemma comes, when it is just not so easy to define what this is.

Somewhere in the middle of the story of two strangers, a moment of dilemma comes, when it is just not so easy to define what this is.

You are my stranger, and I am your nobody.
If you feel not happy,
There is this feeling I need to call somebody,
If I feel stressed, and you read my text,
You say, “Did I make you feel upset?”
I carry the complexity,
Complemented with your simplicity.
And yet,
You are my stranger, and I am your nobody.

Conversation: A Joke

How do you handle diverse set of conversations with diverse set of people and what’s the measure that it is improving over time?

Difficult conversations with difficult people,
traumatising experiences with traumatising people,
terrible conversations with terrible people,
With moments of humiliation,
and embarrassment,
On the path, I became so much of,
difficult, traumatised, terrible,
humiliated and embarrassed,
It’s all became a joke.
And I laugh.

Damaged goods

Does mature mean damaged?

Where would I go, where would I find you,
When I look around, I find pure happy souls,
When I see inside them,
I see my reflection.
ugly, monstrous face, scars of past,
the heart was torn out, hanging outside of my chest,
eyes showing many worlds of destructions,
I look like a dream, a devil’s dream,
dream to be eventually me,
me,
damaged goods.

Water

Water can be viewed with many perspectives. Sometimes, we drink from the same bottle but smell a different odor. I wonder why? And this happened too many times.

Water can be viewed with many perspectives. Sometimes, we drink from the same bottle but smell a different odor. I wonder why? And this happened too many times.

Found water in drought,

some found an odor some not,

it’s odor of past.

White, The Color of Peace

The silence of white tells so many stories. This is the first one.

White, we call it the color of peace.
See, It makes the background look simple and beautiful,
but mixing it with others

it becomes them, submerge with them
With death, it becomes death
With life, it becomes life

With blood, it becomes blood
loses its identity, like it was never there.