Author: Prena subba
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The Giant Next Door
i am the giant who lives next door to you. too big to sit in your dining room with your friends who half fears and half envies me. too loud to talk about the wonders i feel. too enormous and too eccentric, perhaps too shameful be called as your friend. i am the giant in…
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i had a friend who asked me not to forget her. and then a day after fishing high school, it took me a second to recall her. a week, a month, and a year later it took me longer and longer to recall how she even looked like. memories are a strange thing, i can…
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Art of Self Loathing
i reek of self hatred shower after shower. month old laundries and mocking cob webs. gutting nausea with my head inside the television set half a can of beer rotting away in the fridge for i bought a new one it still tastes the same but it makes me feel like i am less sick…
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Meaning of Life???
i almost thought i was dead tired with life, bored of the sunsets from my window and unafraid of the thunder. i almost thought of writing it down on paper and sending out a last mail to my family. almost told my lover i wished to sink where the stars no longer reflects. but somedays,…
Prena Poetry 