Me, at times, wanders by myself
On known lanes, or some unknown tracks
Me, at times, can’t get out of mazes
Me, at times,
in the mid of a monsoon rain.

We, at times, wander by ourselves
The lane you know, me not
Buildings you drew and songs you shared
Or vice versa, some sounds of the day

(Submitted by Jennifer)


Grief. What is grief?
Is it wallowing miserably in your belief,
No matter how hopeless it seems?
Even when your dreams are splitting at the seams?

A howl echoes from the depths.
A dagger pierces my heart.
The pain reverberates all around me.
With no one to let me be.

All of my actions are scrutinised in detail.
Like the clothes in a retail.
Like an untamable creature longing to be liberated from its agony.
Instead of being observed like a mahogany.

Rain, rain pour down on me.
Drown me in your embrace and set me free.
Set me free from my bereavement.
Ah, ah, the tears pour endlessly
As life goes on relentlessly.

(submitted by Elizabeth)

Learned helplessness

You’d eventually learn
That it is a long, long time
To await for day break

You’d understand
Your consciousness is futile
As it is paralysing

Cruising the edge of
Insanity, blurring lines of
Dream and reality

The rhythm of blood
Pumping at your ears, mocking
The count down of eternity

You’d eventually believe
Trapped in a forever present
Like a dream you cannot awake — an irony

In this dream,
You are alone.
And alone, you will always be.


I only wanted to be free
Live against the gravity
Infinite, the colour white — I am sunlight!

But if I am light
I cannot love the shadows
How can I fly? With half body heavy in soil

Each of them
Formed a vein and spread like roots
I am no sunlight, I am only a sunflower

We’re not here to fix anything

It is not important — the reasons
we are the way we are this moment

At this instance I only know
we are tearing at each other

I, compressing at air
You, forcing a shape out of fire

My job is not to fix you
Nor you for me

As you are born to be free
And me, to set the city on fire