Hello? Hi? Ehhhugh, hum?Y'all? D'ye exist?I exist?Anyone? Anyone at all? But, no. Nobody did exist.But somebody must have.Existed, that is.Otherwise this wouldn't  exist. But what is existence without purpose? Is that just, sorta, being? Like a thing. Y'know, not really there, but not not there. An object, formless, but there, not really there, but uh, in time and space. I don't really get it, y'know.Anything.But isn't th...

  Not knowing you was the best decision I should have made But my universe and destiny both conspired so that our paths would someday meet. The pull you have for me is so strong. So strong that resisting from it seems so wrong.   I have always been entranced by the wonders you have shown. And slowly, the emotions inside me have started to grow. Had I fought and ended it before it began Would I have prevented these longing...

When you go through something painful, do you find yourself wishing it would go away? Do you pray at night wishing someone could either take the hurt or take you?   What if there exists a contraption that has the ability to wipe all bad memories.   Convenient, right? A wish granted, maybe?   If we think about it, the mere existence of that machine means no more lonely nights or years wasted on regrets. To more severe case...

Life is a Miracle. A droplet of white  Fertilized a red substance,  The result is him!! He found everything  All that we see around!! The good and The evil!! The best and The worst!! He belived himself He is the creator!! Then comes Loka Maya  She said it is all a dream!! All that he see would vanish once That includes him!! All that is vanished would  reappear again!! The only thing  He can expect out of life  is The une...

I woke this morning Wondering what this day will bring When suddenly my phone It began to ring. A text was sent Upon my screen in morning's glare A strange text message “HELLO.... R U THERE” R U THERE! R U THERE? What a strange question How unfair. I quickly respond to the text Answering with without fear “Nope. I am never there. I am always here.” Feeling satisfied and smug Hitting the button call Send Sitting down hopin...

It was the last day of existence. He was the last alive. There was a a gust of wind and he was pulled by the collar of his shirt into oblivion to ramble among the masses. Those known as earthlings.

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.This...Existence.ThisMelancholy beat of a spasmodic heartEmpties full thrust intoMires of self-loathing andRues the day thatBorn and bred wereRaised and wed toProduceThis.EmptySorrowsIn the bowl of the beggarWhere pity and scornMingle with incense and onionsTo languish in cob dungeonsThat shun the sunAnd embrace the cold.GatherT...

Guess what. In the larger scheme you’re not very important. You’re like a little dust mite that occasionally elicits a big sneeze, but ultimately winds up squished in a HEPA filter or on its back in a vacuum cleaner bag with its little legs flailing in the air.Your primary legacy will be your carbon footprint, which will continue to expand after you die. If you’re buried in some cement lined hole in a sealed box you won’t...

Sound IIIWho the hell am I? Where the hell do I live?In those certificates or On those online accounts or online avatars?W-H-O T-H-E H-E-L-L A-M I-?I'm fighting. And I have any idea what they’re, Could be my ‘Others’- you, society; Traditions, customs; practices and 'That'.I’m a product of social clashes and bindings, I bear the dreams and Unfulfilled ambitions of many!Where is mine? 

I often wonder why I exist.A divine plan or simply chance?I have no faith to tell me.The answer eludes me.I may never know.But I’m at peace.I have love.I feel.You.

Emotions augment survival. Any intense emotion stems from the desire to rid the self from something else. There is no permanent emotion, only a permanent interest exists. Alas, we are born humans : 'the thinking animal', our innocence is lost when we open our eyes to the world.

  Right now it’s dry, a bed of stones, but when it storms, this tiny creek roars and rumbles, rushing like a river, twisting and swirling as it comes to life again, awakened by the weather to be what it’s meant to be, its brown green water overflowing its shallow banks, not deep enough to have a name, not known on any map but swift as any creek in any land before it disappears, its source unknown, and yet it comes back ti...