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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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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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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Wish and wishes

Gazing at the sky which is sombre and starless, we wish for the moon to appear from the shadow of clouds, we wish for a rainbow to brighten the sky after every rain, we wish to forget the past and live the present, but somewhere our mind is caught up with regrets and ruminations.We wish […]

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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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Beg #6WSP

Begged god to stop the violence. In response to Shweta’s Six word story prompt – Beg. Also, this is my 100th post. That’s big accomplishment from my side and a bigger thanks for sticking around by reading and sharing your views.

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