I’m dying poetry

In his Letters to Milena, Kafka wrote,‘You are the knife I turn inside myself;that is love. That, my dear, is love.’ And I can’t help but wondernumber of times I ate my own skinto feel your touch on my lips.And number of times I died,trying to reason with unknown.In search of words I travelthrough myContinue reading “I’m dying poetry”

Apocalypse

Silence knocks on my window everytime it snows; I have an ache every time I hear your name. This time, spring came with the bittersweet memories, my kitchen smells like your favourite street food and the aroma runs through my veins, urging me to run away . We are oceans apart yet its heavy onContinue reading “Apocalypse”

Fears

Walking through the empty streets, Behind all the crumbling sheets, Listening to my beasts, Crying, on repeat. I know every flower of ceiling, Stumbling under the weight of feelings, Tired of kneeling, Waiting for arrival of healing. My fan is moving, My vision is disproving, All the voices are fooling, Only pain here, is blooming.Continue reading “Fears”

Roads

I looked at him while crying, I knew there was no use of trying. You left and moved towards the wood, And I stood there, like you said I should. Every path I take is black, I wonder if you ever going to come back? Whenever these roads try to threaten me, I wish uponContinue reading “Roads”