Writer I

second compilation for the month of July 2023 Occasions located comfortably during a Sunday early afternoon in a coffee house that resides in a familiar neighborhood going over fragments observing passersby Waiting for an idea is like watching the shifting colors of the sky during the end of the day. The feeling of longingness disappearing and relief reappearing after a friend found motivation once again. Orange lights orange lights perceived after the blue hour Every sunset, they're accompanied by the purple skies. I chased them in solitude during a random early afternoon but they're more wonder-inducing when with company. The clouds were dark earlier. Now, sunrays entering through the cranny of the windows caught my eye. Someone would rather compose like a sensible songwriter than romanticize everything through love songs. Someone would prefer to cry along an unpopular character than feel her heart flutter.   Classic...

July compilation of freestyle poems Someone in the limelight Even on your days off folks recognize you. The suburb is the extension of the theater in which you stand. You're off to the next station but eyes are still on you. One can neither wear a seamless dress nor a beam the whole while. the miracle you've hoped for You've gotten on its journey. The nine-to-five isn't the whole picture. Stations posts between people catching trains rushing before the current one departs There's that gap. I used to be scared of being stuck in it. In the middle of the crowd, there's still a space between our worlds. stuck on the phone until the last stop Passengers arrive and go. preoccupied either by their screens or by shifts head over the clouds second thoughts which led to regrets There's a letter card in one's pocket a foreword for those who stayed Picture cards Which is more mind-bugging new folks approaching or residents outgoing? I’d rather be in a long queue tha...