Don’t just hear,listenwhat one wordwhisper to other,Here, all the words areadjacent yet farhow they managed to exist,I wonder. Also, Instagram
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 my… Continue reading I’m dying poetry
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
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.
Don’t you hear the leaves singing endless tale of life? To live is to know that you have to let go sometimes. What if they also refuse wind’s hand and join stubborn hearts in strike? What will be the point of seasons, all the moments and wasted time? Let go, breath, forget about the ones… Continue reading Autumn
Like clouds and rain we are supposed to let go pain. It’s said not to dwell on past but does mind ever stop? They command you to walk on betrayal then talk about hope. I know you’re running out of patience and have been there myself, I too am tired of hearing songs of disguised… Continue reading Brave
Your heart was a hurricane soul was a vast sea, I miss the old times when your words were free. Layers on layers of impair what have you become? Let me hear this story sit here, come? Talk to me, tell me where all of this went wrong? I’m here to listen even if it’s… Continue reading Autolalia
Not a trigger alert, it’s more sort of a love letter. Makes sense? I am actually writing this letter to narrator of ‘The Book Thief‘ by Markus Zusak. (For writing this book, Markus Zusak have a part of my heart) It’s obvious to fall in love with characters, but here, I’m in love with narrator… Continue reading A letter to Death.