God damn it.

I may be fucking depressed,

But after all the shit I’ve done

To this pale translucent body.

Violet storm cloud circles,

Permanent exhaustion painted on skin,

Free eyeliner that won’t come off,

After all the blood, poison, and bad dreams,

God damn, after all this shit I’m fucking lucky to be alive.

Tj Blare


The Two Suns

   Composed By Pijush Kanti Deb
The burnt eyes
can observe a life in different angles
and perceive the illumination of the two suns,
one is ever-wanted and so visible
while other is unwanted and hence invisible.
The visible sun is ever-luminous
yet its light can’t get rid of
the presence of that dark shadow
beneath which the synthetic goodness
of a compromising life grows up
and within a fraction of a moment
all are bewitched and attached
to live within the circle of that shadow
wherein they enjoy
their illusive days and dreamful nights
and assume their lives as satisfied and blissful
making themselves hidden, pretending and artificial
to one another.
The invisible sun is too luminous
to allow a shadow to cover its light
making all hidden, pretending and artificial
transparent and perceivable to one another
bringing them in front of their own mirrors
by breaking their dreamful slumber
and landing them from fantasy to reality
where dissatisfaction and irritation of practical life
bite them in every moment
and making itself unwanted to the fantasy lovers.


Mored Bored than Ever Before

Hometown broke down Tuesday night

Nothing to do but smoke, drink or fight.

Can’t dull the thoughts with pills of morphine

Can’t kill the uneasiness with nicotine

Trapped in a house, trapped in my head

Knocked out for two days on a bed.

I know it’s killing me, slow or fast

I don’t care, long as it doesn’t last too long.

I’m so sick of this system, its completely wrong.

By Tj Blare