sawadee.../kunkaaa...

dear krabi, thailand. thank you for looking after us. for the wonderful food and lovely beaches and awesome adventures. we will grace your shores again one day. hopefully. much love from i + n. 190314-230314. 

tired / treason (iii)

when silence is - not golden
is a form of revenge
responding to resentment

when hope is - an illusion
a faraway destination

healing in progress...

treason (II)

the eyes never fail to reveal
and uncover
a deep, dark secret.

there you have it
tucked and hidden
far, far, away and yonder

only for it to surface
at the slightest hint
of your voice
your glance.

unsettling it can be.
but you pave your ways.
you mark your own route.

to liberty.
to shackles.

treason (I)

liberty

given, due to circumstance

taken, when choices are undo-able

freedom 

in the form of

belligerence

there is no control

there is no limit

until you realize

after. 

--

strange turn of events.

received certification for a much sough-after practice.

feeling pretty damn good about myself. 

close/open door life

it revolves so quickly these days
you barely get to see the knocker
the texture

you barely get to say any farewells
or even turn back

you enter the next chapter
already sunk in
barely hearing the bang of the previous one

who to thank
no time to thank
to slave away as quick as possible
another cycle.

ticking timebomb

crushed and trampled upon
we are, daily.
in many ways than one.

we choose our masks carefully.
with precision.
without faults.

a living rehearsal.

reset settings.
reset to default.

and we carry on.
only because we choose to.
because that is our only choice.

data collection

why the need for sentiments 

and nostalgia 

if they serve no purpose at all. 

exaggerated forms of thought 

that goes through constant revision,

it is exhausting.

gentle reminders are never gentle 

and 

flashbacks are usually hurtful. 

--- 

rest in peace lulu radar. 

25072000-03032014. 

playground politics

we live in a huge maelstrom
with time and tide waiting for no man.
and yet
we breathe day in day out
wasting energy on the irrelevant

quick we should not be
to oblige to all
for the sake of 'face' and courtesy

willingly we should not
reveal
our falls and flaws
for the sake of humility

enough hoping and wishing already
and direct all energy for your
self.
it is your grave after all.
and no one is coming with you.

the demarcation of

filters were invented for a reason
barriers were made for a reason
separation of space needs to be respected
and all infiltration is not condoned
for a motherfuckin reason.

a shame if you can't / don't/won't see reason.