Fight Till You Make It

This is to you who feels like your existence is a speck in this world. This is to you who lose sleep over the emotions lost in translation and the unspoken passive voices that hang in thin air. This is to you who look up at the sky and see nothing but darkness. This is […]

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A stifled Antigone

You toss me on to bed The way one would throw discounted riches on to a gambling floor My legs wound into exactness of a four poster bed The pair of frailties dangling loose like the legs of a divider placed at length to measure the lexis of an eulogy You force yourself on to […]

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A Voice Regained

Everything seems to move around in circles now. My pen failed to wend words for the longest time. Days turn to weeks, weeks turn into months and I am left wondering if the art of it is lost on me. Like the feelings of your past lover. ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ I seem to have swallowed words […]

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The Stars Come Home Tonight

Sometimes we make home out of monsters and call it love.  We lock ourselves in rooms where the doors and windows shut behind us with its frozen centre. You’d want to linger there because you would’ve been promised the warmth of a thousand splendid suns. The very eyes that made love to you would turn […]

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The Colours In A Distant Dream

I wonder if I’m running through the back of your mind as I write this. The thoughts of me holding dear everything from the genesis of our time. Wearing myself in all the colors that life throws at me-blue, red, pink, purple, green and grey. Do you see the stars in my eyes drifting back […]

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High To The Low

I’ve been meaning to put in writing my thoughts for quite some time now. But something clasps my gripping spirits. Only if the patter of swaying thoughts would stop cascading down my mind! So I pick out the alphabets, lay it out in the salver of reason and prod them to the lazed side of […]

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The soul river

She took no pretension in calling herself a mess with a heartbeat Feeling light as a feather, floating about the edges of wrath and tears of abandonment Her heart, no more than a mute cry Knocks upon closed doors, loomed the horror The stealthily silence of darkness resonating the menace of knotted desertion In the […]

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The waking: A love revived

Love meant very little to me It meant no more than a muse for butterflies to flutter in my interior Just another reason for my heart to shudder at the twinkling of an eye A mere cradle for the world to collapse upon someone’s without dispute Another guilt-ridden whim to paint my broken beautiful Then, […]

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