Monday, November 6

The Line

It is meant to be the way it is to be,
deeper it goes, better
cutting yourself with a butter knife, it hurts more,
I don’t want to breath up those things that i got wrong,
I turned on to the wrong pages,

and am stuck in that page itself looking,
somewhere in between the lines,
or the quotes,
or the verses,
that read, “I deserve not be hurt”.

I walked across those thousand pages,
for that line,
but never was it found in the paragraphs,
that never ended, continued with commas,
now I want to write it myself down, on it,

It is meant to be there.
maybe I’ll burn it, or let it go,
release the sickness, be free,
let it be what it is meant to be,
just let be, ride back home and sleep.


Sunday, November 5

Am Fond of Him

learning to control
the fondness for little things that i share
with people, strangers though,
i got no rules, i got no limits.
everything is the same,
i could recognize a pattern,
am on repeat, the same song on the radio,
a million times,
like am addicted to being fond about,
like i make a fool out me,
i try to bring in my territory,
deserted inside four walls, frequent sand storms,
i rot, but my gut let ‘em in,
am flooded, swept away with the ice cold water,
am wet now, wept off half of my face,
i bring it back again,
eerily out of reality, too much spaced-out,
am a fanatic for fondness, the madness,
and all that lavish fucks,

the time 23:23, fuck, it’s late,
late for my hands to please me,
my control is evicted, it’s ruined,
am in a drop, learning to be in my limits,
to bail out of this.. this...


Thursday, October 19

Seven Months

After about seven months into a gadget-less dwelling from the virtual world-not caring for a while about the stats and views. This is a set back to my old typical go do kinds of stuff, time flew and now I feel it’s a perfect time to be back again blogging!! On Ello massive 65k hits during this period(something that really kicked me out of my couch), yeah! it’s huge for me! and it is a come back to that once upon a time...


Wednesday, January 18


The year was 1977, when he was born.
Eighteen years, he lived for non.

He stabbed himself to dead, 
on twenty fourth of July, 1995.

Couple of days of sorrow and guilt, 
made him breath again as a human, 
on twenty sixth of July.

Now, Twenty-one longness of his existence,
The century seemed the same as before.

He is still the same as then.
Like if he traveled back and off time.
When will be the next, into the time ahead,
what lies ahead and hereafter, is a chance.

The fullness of time from the era he travelled from, 
widely in a vessel of hope, from time to time and millenniums to come, 
he have never found the perfect aeons to live.

In search, he travels decade to decade.
Of his destiny...


Monday, December 5


Reflection by Gintaras Kasperionis

Probably the sun has hit the horizon,
That sparkling heat and calm whirling wind,
Have so much something hiding in ’em,
That energy, that passion burns my egos,
And wakes in the inner peace,
Am in a perfect sync,
With you,
And I feel tropical…

Saturday, August 6


Image by Irving Penn

Hello, I said hello.
Through the microphone, i hear a voice resonate back,
A loudness,
A crunch between my toes like the bones of sparrows.
The cold numbness push on slips away as it's inside.
The heresy I believed in never could break down the back talk.
As you came like a piece of brack through, they call me a plague.
Why still it isn't hang up?
She on the other side with shotgun shells in her cheeks interviews my innocents.
i barely could follow the pulse.
the neighbour shouts, except the only abutting once.
the jumbling mess, no more i could stand up with the attitude.
saying goodbye, i disconnected.


i burned the town and the neighbour.
the silence just before i lit them up with gasoline,
was terrifying and fearsome.
and the darkness and the ash flooded sky that came after,
was as peaceful as lying nude on the pristine beaches of Navagio.

i could feel that gush inside me,
free from the strifes and preachy clamourous disturbed people.


hello, once again,
through the microphone, i hear a mushy voice...


Tuesday, May 31

Things To Keep You Burning

[ Collage by Tyler Spangler ]
Every people i have met have given me something as their part for me. They all shared stories ,memories, happiness, sad and anxious thyself. Friendship is something that takes a moment to become a wild fire with just a single spark to burn up the gasoline in between the two, And they might stay up till you turn into ashes, or some might just need the same moment to extinguish.
They all have been wonderful, wonderful memories. And always did fantasize me.

The Line

It is meant to be the way it is to be, deeper it goes, better cutting yourself with a butter knife, it hurts more, I don’t want to ...