We want our brains back We pried the skulls. Found cobwebs. Dust. A memo: “Gone to rust.” They traded cortex for a feed, let algorithms pull the weed now nothing grows but secondhand need. I’ve seen the hollows walk and talk. Their mouths flap...
Humanity Monetized and a Conscienceless Generation We used to know that a cry for help was not a marketplace bell, not a trumpet summoning merchants to price compassion by the weight of their visibility. Now, even pity has learnt arithmetic...
The Geometry of Truth… The fact is not a single, solid stone, A simple thing to clutch and call one’s own. It is a cut-glass prism, multi-faced, Where every angle, light and dark, is placed. One face is Law, a cold and measured line, A code of...
It wasn’t the first snow, But the heavens opened today With a quieter kind of reverence A reminder that God still turns The pages of the year With the gentlest of hands. No thunder, no trumpet, Just flakes descending like soft scriptures...
Multiplicity of Wrongs Beneath the monolithic word, the single stone of “genocide” thrown from a distant shore, the earth here knows a mosaic of agonies. It is not one fire, but a thousand smoldering the thatch-hut’s ash, the poisoned well, the...
The Unknowing Architect – I built a word of hollow bone, A feather-thought, a whispered tone, And set it sailing, light as air, A harmless ghost, without a care. It found no purchase on the cliff Of your strong mind, so firm and stiff. But in...
Life as a Bunch of Keys They give you, at the start, a heavy ring, A cluttered fist of cold, metallic things. Some tarnished, some are bright, all promising To open something. This is what life brings. You stand before the door, of chance or love...
