tiptoe when you enter my mind, else you might stir massacred thoughts and gagged verses. tied together and hidden in the attic, they sometimes come alive in the forms of remorse and ulcers. it’s not a good day. thus, tonight, before i sleep, i may kill some more imaginations. scrumpled papers, backspaces, and deletes are to be blamed some keystrokes animate a blank page if a paper is a plane, words are its wings. a shadow, cast by a table lamp, stares me down until i slash those wings a strange fear prohibits me from being myself i want to be free - free from fears perhaps, some day, i’ll burn the attic down to ashes and you'll see me unfiltered and fearless i’ll be raw *** buy my books on amazon - redhya
i am redhya. here i spew out disorder birthed by my restless neurons. you may or may not like what you read. either way, i urge you to do it. moreover, you may comment what you think so that i understand my writings from your perspectives. But a word of warning - SURRENDER yourself before you begin; otherwise, these are merely some words taking their last breaths and it's impossible to resuscitate them now.