Lost Kingdom 🇨🇭

my world burned and charred
as I crawl through the ashes of lost ones
looking through smoking barrels of many guns
held by hands not there

whispers on the wind chill my aching ears
listening for sounds of just one person 
a warm girl to hug and caress and hold
walking the ruins of my fallen castle

my world, my warm night
but still shivering
and no reason to fight
the vultures eating my freezing insides

I stand, I sit, pause
clouds dissupating
as my tall towers fall
and my immortal being wanders on

Poor Wizard

All this havoc just means I’m a poor wizard.

Once, I lit three twigs and fanned the smoke,
from miles away,
into the girl who jumbled scales through my spine.

As she vanished I clapped a delighted tune.
But not without aches of my own.

Did the sack of no echoes fail me?

Now, on such a mild curse—
boils, sewn eyes, a shrew in the loin my ankle reddens up and eyes me with disdain.

Toenails fall off.
How far will this go?

Poor wizard. Poorly done in.
These pangs are power and as power both
knees lock up ashamed to move.

When i was a kid

When I was a kid
I wished I had a magic watch to pause the time
So that i can have everything at its best for life

When I was a kid
I wished I become a great artist in the world
And I would write and read the universe words

When I was a kid
I wished I could grow up fast and catch my dreams
And bring disasters and failure at their knees

When I was a kid
I thought when I grow up I’ll be successful man
I would be that man who i looked at

When I was a kid
everything was obtainable, easy and near
I said in this world there is no occasion for fear

When I was a kid
The vision of myself in my mind was batman
When the garden of my dreams wasn’t yellowing

When I was a kid
But now I don’t exist neither there nor here
When I was a kid, I was a big daydreamer

Someone Else’s Lover

How am I dry,
When years of anticipation are melting like a glacier?
All I’ve ever wanted
Is standing at the end of my life
With my cold hands
pulling apart my chest
for that broken beaten heart

So why am I fighting so hard
To get out of my head?
When you looked into my eyes
I see guilt staring back at me.
When he listened to her saying,
I hated when they felt unmistakably someone elses
And not of his love.
Our timings never been “okay”,
I should have taken that as a sign
To keep this a fantasy, dead !

01-01-22

Myth is prison, a palace, truth without fact.

Myth is birth and pleasure, teeth and death,
sharp shiver of that which is broken.

Myth is patriarchal and worn, full of fratricide and rape.

Myth is a garden, makes good television, memoir, the scandal of animals and people coupling beneath the stars.

Myth is crow eating roadkill and dodging the occasional cars, a pile of guts and bones.

Myth is carrying the body back to den.

— Close your eyes and count to ten.

Art Heals

Creativity beats within every heart
steady as a drum, connecting him with her
through the languages of art.

Many different tongues were spoken over these years
through the lens of a camera—haven’t seen her much
Almost as many spoken
through the stroke of a brush, no painting of pain could be crafted
Songs lead to rushing anthems, of her and only her
while ballads quiet down to a hush.

Hardships may lead to harrowing
moments that make you look within, and feel surreal and powerful
but every time I’m sure you’ll find me
as an artist whose art, you didn’t love.

Dig deep into the annals of history
& make connections with him
As long gone—time is still ticking and tocking
Perhaps one day you’ll find me
a masterpiece who can dwindle and leave this
your troubles down to none, and held by no one.

Distracted Druggist

A shilling's worth of quinine, please,'
The lover demanded.

The druggist went down on his knees
And from a cupboard handed
The waiting man a tiny flask:
Here, Sir, is what you ask.


The lover paid and went away,
The druggist rubbed his glasses,
Then sudden shouted in dismay:
Of all the silly hearts!'
And out into the street he ran
To catch the speeding man.


Cried he: 'That pain that you bought,
(Since all may errors make),
I find was definitely not,--
I sold you strychnine by mistake.

Two shillings is its price, and so
Another bob you owe.

SNAPCHAT Product Flow

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For step-by-step guides to understand the product wise flow:
Coogle It: https://coggle.it/diagram/X8-7_XFwSnm…
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Sumwin-Product Consultation

Product Wire-framing for SUMWIN

Recently i was working with Sumwin and Kashmir based E-commerce platform scaling digital purchasing. With assistance to the Sumwin Founding Team and their Tech team.
I was handling their initial MVP design for the tech and design to work on.
This streamlined in developing an app which is consumer facing and a web platform for the retailers and small and medium business onboarded and increase the sales structure through digital incorporation.

These are set of Product wireframe sketch that were developed for their initial MVP tech design.

benumb

Am I Overwhelmed with what I have now, as Tiny screens hide big feelings?
Tell me you think about me so I can breathe, Sweet words wrap around my scared heart.
Constricting until I’m dead high with myself, And can’t feel the fear anymore.
I need to know what’s real and what’s now, but you have gone far away I know it isn’t all lies,

But I can’t find the line, Blinded by your name a false tressure,
Coursing through my limbs, I love this and I hate this.
Convenient and damning, The warmth of emotion permeates,
But it can’t reach my core, The anxiety and pain are rampant there.
I don’t want to feel them, I don’t feel safe.

But I can’t bring others down with me, I need to face myself empty-handed
Let the emotions burn through me, I know that I am fireproof.
So when the flames flicker to nothingness, And I’m alone with the darkness,
I will be most simply And most purely

“benumb”.