Things that matter.

A poem, you ask? I sit here and think, wondering whatwe are, when doors are shutTight and hard. Alright, I will come with you for the trippy fight;also, came with my freshly chewed skin,All the prose and adjectives are hereWe’ll keep them the way they have always been. Let me give you a guilt trip… Continue reading Things that matter.

//Touch has a memory//

I have been pretty transparent, if you’re really looking.On my skin, you could see the boy with hazel eyeswith softest curls and the way,he is touching my skin just by looking,You can feel the metaphorsrunning along my hairto your fingers;you can sense the memoriescurling up your hand.Will remind you of the last kissor I’ll fill… Continue reading //Touch has a memory//

Let them be

This constant pressure someone feeling that they are entitled to talk to you daily can be draining ( and can break the bonds too). When going through things, the most creative people can also run out of words and the answer to every question can be nothing more than “okay”. We keep checking on people… Continue reading Let them be

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 on… Continue reading Apocalypse

Deception

My thoughts chock themselves in fear of being perceived, More or less I want the world to stay deceived. For they are more than just metaphor and fancy words, I am painting Volcanoes which are barely heard. ~🧜‍♀ Also Instagram.

Hailstorm

Wolves are hollowing at the peak, Birds going total freak. Is this reality or a dream? I can sense some subtle screams. Intense, destructive and cold breeze, Is this city on the verge to freeze? I may sound off, i may sound mad, But this clime is, really bad. In a blink of eye, Earth… Continue reading Hailstorm

Pain is pain

Every time you’re hurt, You keep coming, Your heart, is a heart, Others have machines, just running. I’m sick of these guess games, Haven’t you got any other to blame? Please, stop these claims, Your agony is a result of, your own flames. Kept pushing me, Whenever I offered help. Now, when you are drowning… Continue reading Pain is pain