In the state of remorse,
the howls shatter
glasses of nightly silences,
the white floating sphere
conjures the dead,
the living and
all things existing
in between,

near the window,
my breath now sighs my restlessness
and imprints it on the mirrors
of existence,
the dearth of materialism within,
tickles the soul
into a mocking laugh
that echoes in corners of sleeping valley,

maybe that is what,
requiem for a dream is,
and maybe that is why,
the wolves howl in moonlight.

Alter Ego

the lights,
tepid and superfluity bright,
were casted upon me,
I reveled in the moment,
as a man having reverence
for all good virtues
that held this decaying planet together

but my alter ego lurked and smirked, concealing his obnoxious presence
in my ghostly shadows,
for he was treacherous and evil,
he dwelled in pride,lust
and unfair judgements
only to satisfy his dark cornered heart.

when the lights went off
and the chills grew slowly
no need to say,we became one,
together we destroyed the virtues
and celebrated the animality
from which we evolved.
No wolf-pack following,
just breathing and hunting others in the egoistic air.

might I add, we were most successful, without the lights and most vulnerable with it.

So are you afraid of your shadow now? or dying to meet it? the lights my friend,
the lights.. holds your answer.


Do you know even, 
what darkness looks like?

it is when your home turns to dust
from sudden shellings
and you walk over bodies
of children,women and brave men
you once knew,blown up in syria,
the middle eastern sun even couldn’t outshine this obscured darkness

when your first flight out of country, 
ends up with your body tattered in pieces, 
dropping from 35,000 feet just, 
because pro rebel russians felt showing how big their balls are,

and here you sit, 
pleased in your well perfumed house
petting your cat, 
while writing on your mac-book,
“the way he left me, I was confined to darkness”

I pity your darkness
but I hope you recover soon
from a weak heart 
and delusions of insignificance