November

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 […]

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Lacuna ft. Phir Bhi Tumko Chaahunga

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 […]

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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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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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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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