This november was draped withdampened, drenched roads,cold winds, incessant showers,brewed perfect coffee, frozen tiles,quite absence and grey evenings. This november had short sunshines,the lack of warmth by sun outshone my yearn for someone’s presence,i sought comfort in diyas, in scented candles, in moon, the crescent stringed my soul swinging in eternal solitude. This november made […]Read More November
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
//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
Fall in love with me,i’ll immortalise you,your smile, your giggles,your cries, your sobs,your strengths,your weaknessesIn my poems andtreasure them inink blots. Fall in love with me,i’ll show you thebeauty in pearls,seashells,sugar beads, coffee mugs, crayons,daisies, curtains,your palms andcircles under eyes. Fall in love with me,i’ll align all my stars,tracing path to moon,to live like greatlovers […]Read More Fall in love with me
I open google docs and type this. I hear a neighbour yelling at the lean uncle who’s laying the road in our colony. I see a jasmine creeper dying. I feel heaviness in my head. My hair bun is heavy, I have to oil, comb and plait it before 6, before we switch on the […]Read More Unplanned and unedited #1
The past hurts but heals eventually. I made a journal entry in response to Shweta’s 6WSP – Past.Read More Past #6WSP
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 […]Read More Better Untitled
I’m not sure if fire and water are antonyms, they can’t exist together without a medium separating them (for instance: Vessel is a medium separating the flame and water while boiling), I used them here due to their contrasting characters. Also, this is my first attempt to write a Diamante. I came across this poetry […]Read More Contrasts.