Moon

We were together from the beginning,Him and I;He smiles down at meAnd here I am,Helpless. Bewitched.By an unannounced law. His blinding aurafollows me whenever I goOmnipresent;So, I just smile at him in responseand like a dropkeep going with his flow. Says I’m the only one for him,only one capable of life.

Summer

What is summer if not theexcitement brought byfragrance of springtangled in cold wind,running through the hillsdesperately,to reach the soil bloomingin plains?? The sun shinning over treesThe source of light and heatcuring blues of winter patientlyand the pearly clouds aroundplaying hide and seek.Doesn’t the Sky feel dreamy? The enticing aromaof fleshy mangoesis scattered around thespring dominatingContinue reading “Summer”

Beloved spring – Poem

It was just yesterdayThat I wrote a poemto the early spring.Blooming flowers in my gardensoothe my heavy heart,every bud glowing green;Spring is a work of art. The hollow earthbeneath my feetis now as lively as a new born,Sometimes I feel I romanticisespring too muchbut, I am not willing to unlearn. It’s April now.It’s sowing inContinue reading “Beloved spring – Poem”

Dictionary

Life is a dictionary of things.Most come and go.Some make us homeothers are at a distance,But none of them are lost.Like tears, they remain,always a part of us.With a few bold decisionsthey say“You can take anything you want.”But, what about the things thatdon’t belong to us?Is it ethical to run and cryfor things?Or do weContinue reading “Dictionary”

30 of 60

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. ItContinue reading “30 of 60”

A City of heartbreaks

My being is hanging out with the thought of being myself at almost all the times and the urge to be anything but me.Thought is an act of violence. The urge to be somethingbut me, is the violence against what I am. The urge  to be nowhere but near you. Is it possible for aContinue reading “A City of heartbreaks”

My Poems

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 nameContinue reading “My Poems”

Wonders

Don’t just hear,listenwhat one wordwhisper to other,Here, all the words areadjacent yet farhow they managed to exist,I wonder. Also, Instagram

The Fictional Truth

We are in the middle of a pandemic and also the global and national predicament, not to mention, most of us are confused with a lot of questions and quite predictably turn to news. Alas!I feel like we have no where left to turn to. Like like we are stuck in a loop. Joseph Goebbels,Continue reading “The Fictional Truth”

I’m dying poetry

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 myContinue reading “I’m dying poetry”

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