Beloved spring – Poem

It was just yesterdayThat I wrote a poemto the early spring.Blooming flowers in my gardensoothe my heavy heart,every bud glowing green;Spring is a work of art. The hollow earthbeneath my feetis now as lively as a new born,Sometimes I feel I romanticisespring too muchbut, I am not willing to unlearn. It’s April now.It’s sowing in… Continue reading Beloved spring – Poem

Who really is living?

I am envious of street lightsfor they see more than II wish it were possible to borrow another pair of eyes;I’d love to end up in placeswhere my beingis not known;A safe heavento wander alone.Then again the thought of“how do I live?”And the weight of realizationthat I already am doing that here; //who’s living where?Me… Continue reading Who really is living?

Paradox

I run into the worldthough I say I hate it, everyday.And romanticise thiszero-fucks-giving prude,emotion less, pathetic generationwhich is proud on our“I don’t care anymore” attitude.We leave our kin,in the search of shelter,ignore close ones andlook for ‘family’ in strangers.You think you’re looking for compassion, but no!You’re looking for pity,for someone to feel sorry,for someone, who… Continue reading Paradox

//Love is Love//

Words will leave meat the end of this poemjust like your loveleft societies and heartsday by day ormaybe it was never there.Maybe I am too delicate.Breathing before I suffocate.Am I too slowto cope up with themornings, days and seconds?But I still am very receptivetowards love, affectionand the foundations ofyour faiths and religions.Everyday I hear lipsshouting… Continue reading //Love is Love//

// ‘V’ sign of tears //

I see life unfold before me,Like a distant memoryin moments of perfect harmonyyou build your home in my chestrising from the pit of my stomach;And rush into my eyes before I know.World behind you is blurredI try to hold on to it,To a memory, to a moment, to you. And like any other dayyou ignore… Continue reading // ‘V’ sign of tears //

// zoning out from blog//

Not writing this week? Want to know what piques my anxiety? Ask me a question.It’s not people that I’m scared of but myself. My words aren’t forced, they come to me, like rain, forming clouds slowly pouring out of my body. My fingers forge the sky and I embody the universe. But I suppose universe… Continue reading // zoning out from blog//

// of fears and discouragement//

The times are hard and my fears keep getting worse. In these fleeting moments, there are things I‘m scared of and care about.And then, there’s me.I’m my greatest accomplishment. I crave attention and validation from myself and write long paragraphs with weird rhythms to make sense of things around.I like to think of myself as… Continue reading // of fears and discouragement//

Send words/prompts

Hello beautiful people,I’m feeling disconnected from blog and this September I’m about to complete 2 years on WordPress.So to keep me going I invite you for words/ prompts you want me to write on and I’ll  post poems/rants out of them till October.You can send suggestions by commenting on this post or you can mail… Continue reading Send words/prompts