//Love is Love//

Words will leave meat the end of this poemjust like your loveleft societies and heartsday by day ormaybe it was never there.Maybe I am too delicate.Breathing before I suffocate.Am I too slowto cope up with themornings, days and seconds?But I still am very receptivetowards love, affectionand the foundations ofyour faiths and religions.Everyday I hear lipsshoutingContinue reading “//Love is Love//”

// zoning out from blog//

Not writing this week? Want to know what piques my anxiety? Ask me a question.It’s not people that I’m scared of but myself. My words aren’t forced, they come to me, like rain, forming clouds slowly pouring out of my body. My fingers forge the sky and I embody the universe. But I suppose universeContinue reading “// zoning out from blog//”

A lot

You try to hide your womenin thin threads of colourcastand religion.You hide thembehind the shatteredceilings of your sin.And you tell them“It’s for your protection”. You stop womenfrom going out,meeting people,and cover thethick khol of their eyesand you tell them“this is because I love you”. You beat your womenfor having a voice,a right,an opinion,revolutionary sight.and youContinue reading “A lot”

The art of holding on

Holding on doesn’t always have to be about people or the stained memories, it’s more complex than what we know. I often leave my poems and pause midway to reminisce the fleeting moments, to find you there once again, which apparently has become my favourite thing to do.I always try to find my face there, tryContinue reading “The art of holding on”

Aftermath.

Hey you guys. Please stay home and stay safe. Wash your hands often and save water too. ______________________________________ When people started to stay home were learning to untangle their heart, All the healing took over pain it was beautiful to see them reading and making art. Some met their demons while others danced to upliftContinue reading “Aftermath.”

A letter to Death.

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 narratorContinue reading “A letter to Death.”