“ Absolutely Nothing ”

A poem by Osoanon Nimuss: “Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem And he called it ‘Chops’ because that was the name of his dog And that’s what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and a gold star And his mother hung it…

one year of blogging.

Maybe that’s what life is… a wink of the eye and winking stars. ― Jack Kerouac I can’t quite believe how fast has time flown by and how much has this blog grown. As you can tell from the title of this blog post, today marks the one year anniversary of Saudade. Yes, one WHOLE…

u n t i t l e d .

” In a circle full of cotton melodies and baked apple pies, I crave and hold a broken periphery of words like an augmentation of truth, a point of concave solitude. I rub my skin and pinch myself, to uncover words unsaid, undiscovered. ” I sit, beneath a bower of insecurities, to feel, a surge…

With Love.

To my future daughter : Dear little one, I know you’re lying there on the bed crying because of the boy who means the world to you. He must’ve said or done something stupid or maybe it was you . Well, regardless of whosoever it was, learn to forgive. Forgive yourself and him for whatever…

Stay ( ? )

“I must leave now”, I whispered under my breath , not taking my head off his chest. I liked how it fit right there, like a tiny piece in a solved jigsaw puzzle and how his heartbeats echoed in my ears, swam slowly into my head. “Can’t you stay?” he asked, obliviously playing with the…

tears of the silenced.

Wavering across the timeless thread,each day.I wonder what made lifetreat me this way. That at the mild age of just twelve It let him annihilate my soul off myself. “Was is it all my fault?”I often ask myself.I was merely a kidUnaware of the world,And the blotches it had. Yet, every night,As I shut my eyesI feel his hankering…

letters i wish i could have sent. #1

Er, hi. It’s been a while since you left (almost two years now) and honestly, nothing has been the same since then. Buddy still misses you and sprints to the front door everytime he hears the neighbours’ footsteps , you know? He sits there all day long wagging his tail and staring at door with…

2:38 am.

There are days when it becomes necessary for each one of us to understand that despite of how naturally it may come to you to give your all to each person you come across, the bitter truth is that not everyone is going to replicate the same. You may do thousands of things for them…

affliction.

You pen down all those demons swirling inside your brain , anonymously scribble your dingy pain. You spill out ink off your sinking heart, Blot pages with your profound scars. And, without anyone knowing you try to escape, By giving your emotions a fictional name. Quite easy it seems, right? You spend nights struggling insomnia,…