Thoughts Bedded in River Beds

I sit here by the river rocks, watching the water flow in front of me, tracing its way to the bend. I dip my hand slowly in the water and some weeds and fish brush by my skin. As time goes by, I become more and more hypnotised by the beauty and magic of this…

Spring Blooms, Falling Autumn

Hush, love. Listen. Listen to the mild ruffle of leaves as we lie spent on this soft blanket of bougainvillaea, wrapped in each other’s arms as if the rest of the world just ceased to exist. Listen to the birds mildly humming their love songs to each other, or to us, and see how magical…

Baring Bodies

But darling, let’s not hurry just yet. Let us sit across, cross-legged, and untangle each other. Let us strip away each other’s guilts, regrets, everything that weighs us down. Let us caress our changes and marks that our body has bore over time. Let us not go to bed tonight. Instead, make love with our…

Fighting Freedom

“Freedom. F-r-e-e-d-o-m. His son, Aryan, spelt out again, and again, and again. On being asked why he said he loved the way its letters felt in his mouth. Aryan was telling his mom in his admirable childish accent that his dad was freedom for him. “Because dad gets to go in the fields and freely…

It Beats Love

“Desolated and scarred; ragged – my heart. No scream or sigh nor quarrels done, You came swiftly and planted a garden of roses with feelings Daisies with dreams Orchids with warmth and Carnations like home. They grew, and grew, and grew, till one day I could no longer see or feel all the rough and…

Banana Dreams

“Tied up in the tides of time, he sits there calloused by atrocities of life; yet hoping that a lone butterfly would come by so he could fleetingly touch its wings and cherish the colourful dust that would stick to his fingers, making him relive the old carefree times of swinging on a blossomed banana…

Paradoxical

Am I the light or is the light, me? Am I darkness or is it within me? Am I the curled up reality, or dreams? Is there a way to know the answers to these? I don’t know. What I do know is that I am the line in between Which separates the two and…

Letter to the lover who taught me how to love

I see different shapes and sizes and colours of people in love and think to myself, “what a beautiful couple!”, and not, “how can they love each other? They’re so different.” Thank you, for bringing this change in the way I think about love. I now know that love doesn’t happen because of outer beauty…

Offline Windows

“There are going to be times when you are going to find some greenery in a random wall crack, or a crack in the lush green bushes that you walk by; a window in your heart for all the bright places, or you’re going to find a stranded heart hung on a cracked, deserted window.”

Death isn’t an Instagram Filter

People always underestimate death. They beautify it like it is some fresh flowers blooming on a roadside tree. People say that when they can’t feel anything, it’s because they’re dead from the inside, when in reality what they really are is emotionless. No. No, I’ll tell you what it is. Death doesn’t give time to…