Environmental Destruction

The air we breath

The food we eat

The life we live


No wonder humanity is sick

Ernest Hemingway

“Forget your personal tragedy. We are all bitched from the start and you especially have to be hurt like hell before you can write seriously. But when you get the damned hurt, use it – don’t cheat with it.”

“All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.”

“All good books are alike in that they are truer than if they had really happened and after you are finished reading one you will feel that all that happened to you and afterwards it all belongs to you: the good and the bad, the ecstasy, the remorse and sorrow, the people and the places and how the weather was. If you can get so that you can give that to people, then you are a writer.”

“Courage is grace under pressure.”


I got lost in the forest

In the waves of trees

The trees of life

Overpowering the light


They thought light is where life exists

Warmth is how we survive

But there was no trace of sunlight

In the darkness that is the forest


I tried to feel and get a hold of my surrounding

Learnt to see like a cat

And felt the warmth of my heart burning

While my body was about to freeze


Becoming one with the forest

Cold, majestic, and intimidating

Only by becoming larger and taller

Will we touch the sunlight again


But when we think we are engulfed

That’s when we find the way out

So I stand in front of the exit

Looking back one more time


Everything looks more romantic

In the instant of saying goodbye


I had found myself in the forest


Where you lost me, infinitely

Becoming Me

A Lion does not need to roar to know that s/he is a lion

An Eagle does not need to spread their wings to know s/he can fly high

A Dragon does not need to breathe fire to prove that s/he is a dragon


Why do you think it would be any different for me?



And I look at you, wondering what you’re thinking

Because I can no longer feel you, as I used to before


So I looked into your eyes, those eyes I knew so well

Just to see a recollection of what’s supposed to be

my reflection


Mirror mirror on the wall

I remember this perfume way too well

Where Words Exist, and I Am Free

There are things I do not like but do not know how to put into words. I guess happiness has made me soft and I need a reason to go to war.


Feelings tranquil like the moon, dwelling on a bed of lake

Challenge me, infuriate me, enflame my passion

Give me a reason to be the fire that I am

Anything is better than this feeling of calmness

Because storms are deep and tranquility never lasts


I fear for my own calmness

It is more dangerous than anything else


The world is an empty shell we call home

The more I go out the emptier I feel

Until I find the depth of my soul

Where words exist


And I am alive