Unplanned and unedited #4

Thinking about the unfinished books, incomplete poems, half-done painting, yet to be cleaned cupboard, about the mess in my mind, about the fragmented thoughts passes each day at home. The random conversation with people who are miles, states away, the discussions of different perspective on the most common thing, about the uncertainties, about the unfair […]

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An ode

An ode, to the walls seeing the unseen faces/ to the floor carrying spilled coffee/ to the gates etched with the memories of goodbyes and hellos/ to the mugs held in between fingers with little care/ to the plates disrespected most of the times/ to the unclear mirror of dust/ to the micellar water removing […]

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Somedays, sometimes.

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 […]

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Colours

Our mind, it’s thoughts are like light, the reflection of several shades, of various combination, of saturations and colours.Sometimes, narrow and shallow. Sometimes, wide and telescopic. Sometimes, they are the dim spark in the end of the tunnel giving hope to get through. It is you, who can change your thoughts, alter the light’s composition […]

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Unplanned and unedited #3

You don’t see what I see. One eye of mine doesn’t see the same as what the other does. One ear of mine don’t hear the same as what the other does, there is a difference at least in the decibels they perceive (I learnt this fact very recently and unlearnt many).Not our fingerprint matches […]

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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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Unplanned and unedited #2

I sip my coffee as I type this, coffee time is the best part of my day. A whirlpool of thoughts swirl around and the subconsciously suppressed emotions show up. If you ask how my coffee looks, it would obviously be less dark than my sad poems. I miss writing sad poems, not that I […]

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Unplanned and unedited #1

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 […]

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Art

in the life that is blank, bleak, deficit of rain of love and care,she found her asylum in art,and hid;amidst abstracts and acrylic,in between strokes and sketches,charcoal and crayonsher haven, the canvas, an oasis. I believe in Art Therapy. I’m not exceptional in sketching or painting, I still draw Zentangle patterns, Mandalas and make very […]

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