She asked me to look into her eyes

And in them,

I saw the promise of tomorrow.


– O.D. ©2018


Art by: ryky

…Yeah, But Why Poetry?


I liken this image to the first time I entered the realm of poetry (5 years ago). Anxious, excited, free; all at the same time. I was not sure how everything was going to go, but I knew I wanted to do it anyway.




What drives people to achieve what they want

Certainly differs

With their experiences and underlying values.


What drove me to be a poet

Was inability to express that which made

My ribcage feel like it was housing heat

From a thousand burning coals.


Painful. Wanting to say something.

Anything. In any way,

Not finding the right words to say.

Whether it be limited vocabulary, insecurity,

Not knowing which way it will all turn out;

It is the repressing of emotions,

The second-guessing

That truly muddles your sanity.


I vowed to be the best poet that only I could be

To cherish my own style and appreciate those of others

To never hesitate in saying what I want to say

Whether anyone understands it or not

The most important step is setting it all free

And not feeling like I am trapped in a prison

That is my mind.


 – O.D. ©2018


Art by: ryky





The Lines I Write…


The lines I write, suspend themselves above me,

Serving as unconventional ropes,

I grab them, they suspend me above reality

Giving stability to a way of thought

That makes sense to only a few.


The lines I write

Paint a swirling black and white pattern

Which acts as my bittersweet backdrop

Confusing and hypnotic, drawing you into a world

That is rather punishing to believers of the binary.


The lines I write address many things

You can agree or disagree with what they say,

Either or is not the crux of the matter;

And that…

Is the beauty of poetry.


– O.D. ©2018


Art by: ryky

Ideal Narrative (?)


Despite rejection,

Were his unrelenting advances 

A result of his undying love for her?


Or rather, a nuanced expression of denial;

Showcasing his unyielding resolve 

In overturning anything that did not fit his narrative?


– O.D. ©2018


Art by: ryky



I allow myself

To feel every emotion that stems at my centre

In turn, avoiding the agonizing procedure

Of window dressing my sadness

With artificial happiness.


– O.D. ©2018


Art by: ryky

Rambling #1

Loosely linked to the poem Possible

I talk about why I wrote that poem; and many other things 🙂

18 minutes (Yes, its long)

Because…The Internet.


I can do many things

But I am aware of the foggy border

That marks the edge of my capabilities.


I’ll admit, I do not know many things

But I am fully aware of the end result

That would culminate

From going toe-to-toe with the palpable force

Of The Internet.


– O.D. ©2018


Art by: vagraine


Who is wise enough to fight people on the internet?



Thank you to everyone who gave me feedback regarding the use of voice notes in my posts. I included one in this one 🙂




Sustenance of the mind palace

Kept afloat by uprooting unwelcome weeds

Dealing with adversity,

Treating any leeching decay before

It believes itself to have found a new home.


Face to face with

What I believe to have the strength

To overcome

I will not stop

Until I make it nothing

But a distant memory.


– O.D. ©2018


Art by: ryky


I was pacing as I recorded this 🙂 there’s some audio friction here and there but it adds to the authenticity, at least that’s how I rationalized it in my head 😀

I welcome this evolution of my blog, I hope you do too.





Snug in your cocoon

Surrounded by a confined style you are accustomed to

Why waste time thinking of anything outside your small world

When it is certainly more comfortable to ignore the unknown?


The only time you take the time to burst out

Is to build an even bigger cocoon which –

Surprise, surprise! encapsulates the smaller cocoon;

A medley of cocoons, naturally representative

Of the comfort you take

In making layers that pad the very core

Of your unbound ignorance.


– O.D. ©2018


Art by: ryky


I’m thinking of making voice notes about some of the stuff I discuss after my poems; I feel its more intimate and certainly more engaging.

Please let me know in the comment section what you think about the idea 🙂

Reason(s) 7


Reason(s) 1 – 5

Reason(s) 6




We grow older, change takes place

Sometimes, at an unbelievable pace

Comfort zones, bulldozed

By what we call life.


Meanings and values

Leading our relative narratives

Shift and adjust as we accrue more experience

More wisdom we adequately allocate

To our chosen approach to life. 


Whatever the outcome,

Whether you deem it good or bad

Nothing changes the fact,

That it is your story.


– O.D. ©2018


Art by: Kuvshinov-Ilya


I believe in taking responsibility for our own actions as well as the circumstances we have been given. Often times we find ourselves in a bad place, and we look for something to blame; the system or the people who directly influence us. True, it may not be our fault we are in an unfavourable position, but ultimately, it is our responsibility to contend with.

For example, If I lose my job because my boss doesn’t like me (even though I am doing my absolute best) being in that situation would not be my fault; but it would be my responsibility to deal with. The thing is, I could get angry and even go to court to exact some “revenge”. Maybe I could lose all my money trying to get some justice and ultimately fail, but the truth is, me losing my money as a result of my firing is not my boss’s fault; it is mine. From the minute my boss would have fired me, every choice I would have made till I had nothing would be on me and not on him/her. Most of the time we look for something to take the heat for our actions while ignoring our own decisions.

Now I’m not saying accepting what has been thrust on us is full-proof and will immediately make us happier people. However, there is comfort in knowing that we have the power to control how we approach situations around us. Pain stems from building an ideal narrative in our heads which we believe the universe will abide by. Fact is the universe will always go its own way and that could lead to some serious disappointment.

I used to take responsibility for the reactions I would get from people around me. Whether they frown or smile; I would start wondering what I did to cause that. I later realized that this was the wrong way to approach interactions (at least for me). What people feel about me is not my responsibility; I should not try to unravel why someone hates me or is disgusted by the colour of my skin. My responsibility is dealing with how I feel about their actions towards me, whether they are good or bad; how I digest that information and proceed, is all up to me.

I realise I ended up saying a lot more than I initially intended but It’s been a while since I wrote a lengthy piece for you guys and gals. I will go deeper in the following days, I fear fitting all the info in this one post would have me on WordPress till October’s end.