Friday, 27 September 2019

abyss

there is a pleasure
in
falling
down
into abyss

so much so that
no hand can reach
to pull you out

we all like visiting
that place
just to make sure
it exists
and we can return there
only there
when
there's nowhere else to go

Monday, 10 June 2019

guilt

what is this guilt
this deep, strong
guilt of living, of life?
what is the word for it?

guilt

climbing the stairs and panting
guilt
sleeping safely in a room
occasionally waking up with a few mosquito bites
guilt
going to watch a movie
and feeling courageous of not standing
guilt
eating, thrice a day, sometimes even more
and then exercising to lose it
guilt
the sheer possibility to waste,
tons and tons of waste
guilt
to be waited upon
guilt
paying at the end of the month
and getting paid, at the same time
guilt
having opinions and the liberty to voice them out
and accumulate likes on social media
guilt
missing home, family
guilt
writing poems

how is it possible to be guilty
and cherish the reason behind it, at the same time?
to preserve it, the guilt, within,
to not let it out, cage it inside
and remain punished solely by oneself?