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…

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…

Singing Away the Nervousness

Have you heard a deaf man sing? The broken words, meddling with some lost tunes. Did you feel the stuttering vibrations that try to dress up in their best suites for the world, but, come out shabby, anyway? Have you tried to shake a hand with their happiness when they manage to end the song?…

Rubies, Blossoms, Homes and all

Beautiful model; laden with rubies, she sits there like a mannequin hard and cold, emotionless. People appreciate her beauty and the glow that the rubies and emeralds bring. Years later, as her modelling career retired, she bought a simple house for herself. It was nothing fancy. and it had no jewels at all. But, it…

Proud Yellows

“In a world full of divides and boundaries and cynicism, she was, a human. Devoid of free speech, starved of choices, beaten blue by the shrewd minds, she found her escape in words. No, not loud. Soft as whispers, but powerful like hurricanes. She would weave her imaginary worlds in between coarse pages, and in…

Suicide is a Choice That Does Not Feel Like One

Would you call me a coward for trying to harm myself if I showed you all the doors that people have closed on my face; Every time that I had someone call my cry for help an act of seeking attention; Every person who turned their backs on me because I was “too much to…

Ode to Love

My love, crumble yourself, doubt yourself, be a better version of yourself. Question everything and let yourself be open to words and wisdom to criticism and everything else that makes you believe you can be better than this. Be at peace with yourself and your surroundings for life is a maze of noises; useful and…

Musings

I sit on the windowsill with a paper in my lap, a cup of coffee in hand And him, in my mind. The rains pour down, petrichor bringing back memories of our happy summer days. The pen made love to the paper, Leaving behind scribbled words in mushy ink. And him, in the chaotic coffee…

Journey of the Soul

I’ve been on the verge of crying for too long now. The tears have been brimming on the edge of these eyes forever. I know how the shattering of dreams sounds. I know how the hollow premises of the heart echo when it has been abandoned by its owner. I choke halfway through my words…

Shining Fairy

With the wild leaves, she banters around, only to get lost and never be found. She hides among the petunias, bright. She looks like a fairy, dancing in the light. One moment here, another, there. She vanishes like fog in the thin air. She is coated with the darkness of a night sky, my shiny,…