Thursday, 21 December 2017

orange

isn't it good sometimes
to be stuck in traffic
and stay
stuck
not reach
the destination
destiny
anywhere

i have an orange
in my bag
it travels with me
to work
and back home
i always forget
to eat it
it stays
in a corner
of my bag
i like it
there
stuck
waiting
while i
listen to the impatient
honking cars
flickering lights
people with music
in their ears
and games in their hands

but
the orange
stays
sitting in it's dark
warm
corner

waiting

Tuesday, 12 December 2017

nausea

nauseating
this place
and me
?

tirelessly seeking
for equilibrium
there are walls
inside me
pushing 
one 
another

my words
my thoughts
make no sense
anymore

what this city does to you
is make you porous
and numb
at the same time
you swallow everything
but without letting it
swallow 
you

I've closed my ears
but I still hear
the nauseating
whispers
from the streets

I still hear
I still feel

yet
as I shut my door
as I sit in a corner
of my room
as I close
my eyes
my
self

I
swallow