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 […]
Read More Fight Till You Make ItYou 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 […]
Read More A stifled AntigoneEverything 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 […]
Read More A Voice RegainedSometimes 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 […]
Read More The Stars Come Home TonightYou ripped me into shreds like I was no better than a rag, battered and disowned. Your firm grip held my tongue like a knife cutting me short every time I made an attempt to have a word. You hazed into a distant dream yet I sat there bleeding from places I never knew. But […]
Read More The Great Ascend: When she learns to fly againI 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 […]
Read More The Colours In A Distant DreamI’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 […]
Read More High To The LowShe 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 […]
Read More The soul riverLove 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, […]
Read More The waking: A love revivedThere are days when your mind feels like a bare canvas lacking in soulful colors. Days when you feel like your thoughts are too relentless for the paper to handle Days when the only music you seem to place are the chaos inside your head Days when your feet would rather quiver with fear than […]
Read More All your perfects: A Salvage Quotient
