If I was a writer

If I was a writerI’d write you love lettersperfectly foldedin the scent of windhidden under the silk sheetsfrom me to youit can be a gift.And I’d dip my pen in your hairto check the length of your curlsand to steal the ink from you;Your skin is a rainbow.And I’d steal all your worrieslike the rainand… Continue reading If I was a writer

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… Continue reading Strength

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… Continue reading Live a little

You and poems

Distance between wordsis our home. I hang my words on thered thread around your neckand everytime I look at youit reminds me of the factthat my poems and you are one,Talking about chillsI never met anyone like you, none. Your smile reminds me of the skyunder which we first met,and the summer breezetake me back… Continue reading You and poems

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… Continue reading A poem for everyone

Hope

It’s raining almost every second day,and I’m learning to bloom from the earth,From life less branches to bed of dead leaves,something inside of me is telling me to know my worth. Sun is always shining over mountainsstill, there is this darkness in the woods,dripping down the lifeless branchesin a way only hope could. My mind… Continue reading Hope

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… Continue reading Broken Sunset

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… Continue reading Art

Pockets full of Cosmos.

Those honey coated eyes were the “okay.” to every “okay?” I used to throw, when sheets used to haunt me In search of rhythm, to him I used to go. The one named after my favourite colour In his smile I used to see the rainbow, Every mountain was his own and every stream he… Continue reading Pockets full of Cosmos.

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