The Choice to Rest

You run for love. You run for work. You run for time. The chase never stops. Oh wait, it does. When the race ends. Of your heart, lungs And everything. Yet they don't understand The peace in death. The beauty of no breath Instead of a dyspnea. You keep surviving For them to live? Yet...

An Untold Story

I had to return the books. The books that you had lent to that bro of mine. Years ago. Years, I don't know how many. I don't keep a count anymore. Nothing, anymore. Yes books. I know that you know, how priceless a thing they are to me. Books. Just books. No clinging back. Not an...

To the Deaths of Sublimity!

From Virginia Woolf to Sylvia Plath.. From Ernest Hemingway to Edgar Allan Poe.. All defecated at the face of life, endorsing death with a choice. The world (and especially an impulsive jerk like me) will always be curious about the birth of eternal bliss that grows as a fetus in the womb of suicide. What's...