so the next time when love knocks your door,say that you lost its keys long, long agoand you are searching, still searching,whisper word by word in love’s ears, because she’s partially deaf. ask her to wait with little patienceandinitiate a conversation,ask why she comes, gives and goes,ask why her life expectancy is short, so short,ask […]Read More so the next time
i’m a blank and empty spacethat’s void of everything,my heart doesn’t beat lub-dub.close your eyes,place hands on my chestyou’ll hear the symphonies of love,lost love, old love,rhyming with million metaphors.is there an antidote to heal my heart? “meri jaan main har khaamoshi mein*tere pyaar ke naghme gaaunga…” i feel that a part in me is […]Read More Lacuna ft. Phir Bhi Tumko Chaahunga
Love isn’t mere kisses on the region behind ears, or on neck or on lips, It is a tender forehead kiss sounding like a response to a rescue call, Feels like the ray of sunshine to a grieving sunflower, giving life and warmth. Shiuli, the white flowers,blooms in the night to only perish in the […]Read More October × Love
someday words flow like a river, somedays i relearn alphabets to string verses somedays i close my eyes and re-visit memories, and write involuntarily. somedays i feel like living, somedays i feel like thriving, somedays i don’t feel the existence, i look at the mirror and wonder about, how the acne marks heal slowly, like […]Read More Somedays, sometimes.
We met, we kissed, we hugged, we shared love, I called you home, your arms were my safest haven that I like to hold on to, your chest were the soil I would deeply sow myself in, our home is barren without love, without your forehead kisses, this is not a home anymore, a room […]Read More Destiny
//oh, she don’t see, the light that’s shiningdeeper than the eyes can find itmaybe we have made her blindso she tries to cover up her painand cut her woes away’cause covergirls don’t cryafter their face is made// as the world demeans tears, fearsthe true visions, emotions of onewanes like a moon, never growing back,faces are […]Read More Ft.Scars to your beautiful
Sometimes, I find death to be the most interesting thing to think about.Would there be flowers dropping from sky,would my words fade away,would my paintings be restored,would there be angels coming from heavento carry me to their place,would there be people to cry after I’m gone, gone far away? I think about the death bed […]Read More Death
1. Drug I crave for, her presence. 2. Narcotist’s son once, drug inspector today. In response to Shweta’s Six Word Story Prompt – Drug. How are you all doing? It’s been a busy week for me, I missed reading y’all. I will hopefully find time in the weekend to write, read and spend time in […]Read More Drugs
(i) if nobody is watching, i’ll walk barefoot feeling the roughness of the grass and coldness of the dews in our park’s lawn. (ii) if nobody is watching, i’ll try to stare at the sun with eyes wide open and gaze at the moon as if she’s my best friend. (iii) if nobody is watching, […]Read More Who am I if nobody is watching?
She applies truckload of makeup,glittering saree,darker shade of blood red lipstick.She bleeds inside and outside. In the dark,she stands, in the tollgates and bus terminus inviting the unknown guests. Her genitals screams every night,screamed in pain, disgust and agony.The society which call her the epitome of impurity, a coquette and a slut,has no name to […]Read More AGONY BEHIND HER ROUGE.