Most foolish act is to break down a minute. Time seems to be the most visible truth, unbiased and irrational or it’s engulfed by the past yearning for tomorrow?For half a second, I’ll let the grief leave and try to look for good, for they say, you find happiness when you look for it. It… Continue reading 30 of 60
My heart is a building/memories blow/like the wind/Seekers shall findhome in my bones/My skin shall alwaysrelive the moments here/even if I go blind/ I draw hearts/on the glass/that shelters dew drops/for love is all I know/And to embrace the pain/is no weakness/For You shall grow/only when You know/ In the hallways/wander hearts/romanticising pain/In the name… Continue reading My Poems
Don’t just hear,listenwhat one wordwhisper to other,Here, all the words areadjacent yet farhow they managed to exist,I wonder. Also, Instagram
Here’s to unbelievable 2 years. I am very fortunate to stick around here for this long time and of course it’s all because ALL OF YOU. Thank you very much for believing in my words and staying here. Your constant support keep me going. I changed my blog URL this August ( in first week)… Continue reading 731 days of mermaid
Reblogging/ re-posting this, because my reach ( along with visibility of blog to people) and will to write here, is messed. I once heard someone say The world inside your head is barren, But I brush that thought away For who they are to think they know. The spring came but I failed to fix… Continue reading Illusion.
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… Continue reading Send words/prompts
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… Continue reading Poems and women
I have heardpeople complainingabout writersnot writingtheir whole heart,always tryingto hide some part.And I have seenpeople trying toexplorethe unknown;like writersare not people,like they arenot their own.And I always thinkwhy is that so after all?So hereI’m puttingmy whole heart(with all the pieces)in this poemand nowThis poem is whole.
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
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