// 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…

// 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…

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…

The art of holding on

Holding on doesn’t always have to be about people or the stained memories, it’s more complex than what we know. I often leave my poems and pause midway to reminisce the fleeting moments, to find you there once again, which apparently has become my favourite thing to do.I always try to find my face there, try…

Poems and women

If my poems were womenthey will love you tillone of us is out of blood,will make flowers out of your fleshand bury the remnants in the mud.They will drag you to the top of hillsand dare you jump off without second thoughtthere must be moments of pretty love but wild hearts is all that I…

Strength

Out there I see a worldfull of hope,people with optionsto chose from,who can bewhat they want to be;My street is of the gifted,people with answers forevery “how” and “if”, but me. I was terrible at volleyballcouldn’t even sing,I tried to learn them allyet failed at everything. I put people firstand end up second,not the best…

Live a little

I have keptall your words safein the flowers that driedpressed next to the storiesyou left,and the pace at whichyou were running towards sun,I hope somehowyou have learnt to rest.There’s somethingvery primal the wayyour words are building homein my chest now,In distancewe are growing close to each otherand I don’t know how.I know someday we’ll meetat…

A poem for everyone

Ever looked at someone and thought, is this what poetry in motion is?!Because I do think that sometimes, like right now, sitting here while my mind is dwelling in the vast sea of profound memories of all the people I have come across and I am realising all of them were beautiful in a way…

Broken Sunset

Once I met a broken sunset stunning in pink and beautifully alone, He was tip toe-ing through twilight asking me to step into unknown. My inside and out felt like stones but I was willing to know what it has to say, For sometimes the most ordinary things become blessings and I had nothing to…

Art

From silent poetry to screaming voice of art I have met people, creative from the heart. They tried to teach structure and rhythm but who they are to decide what we are? I have seen pioneers of colours and words – the weapons which give scars and help the world win wars. From Van Gogh…