Ft.Scars to your beautiful

//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 […]

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An Internal Affair

I always wanted someone to love me as they would love a poem,that’s written right from heart, the heart that pounds when eyes meet, the heart that weighs pounds, carrying sorrow and sadness.You know how hard it is to write poems? Poems,about life that is like a broken bridge,about birth that always has ends,about the […]

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Death

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 […]

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Drugs

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 […]

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Noble gas #10

I’m just another person,who spends most of the time inS-O-L-I-T-U-D-E,those who promised to stay long,for an eternity, left first.I’m need of a break, from the world,that broke me from inside,I look at the mirrorandask questions that has no answersorquestions nobody could answer,my naked eyes couldn’t see the masksthey, carried.In each phase, they revealed a face,with […]

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Letting go my company #4

this feeling is something that my words can’t describe,but I hide them in between every phrases and sentences,you make my pity heart carry loads of unknown pain,it beats fast and faster, overworking most of the times.you are like an anchor,who holds me tight from moving or you keep dragging me down and downwhat falls along […]

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Better Untitled

I don’t say that pain is absence of pleasure, pain isn’t that devil, as folklore says,it consumes one wholly like love, pride and confidence, this pullulating pain proliferates to every cell and consumes energy, power and strength.For many a times, I have been half in love with easeful death maybe with a single wrist cut […]

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