How do you manage to keep goingwithout the urge to throw yourselfaway?How does it feel like hearing everythingbut your own heart?Does it really get better with time?Do layers of skin mange to cover it all? Tell me how you escaped the pitof rusty flowers decoratinghumnae need of art,Is there a way to escape your shadow?Have… Continue reading Shadows
Long before the presentthere was a boy named humanity.He lived in dense vegetationof Africa and decided to explore the land.With the little language knew,On his way to Eurasiafound a collection of wordscalled dictionary.To his surprisethere were many sentencescarved out with wordsFloating in the white background.He was stuck at the first pagewhich read:1. Famine (noun) Absence… Continue reading Before present
Another day while I was trying to escape from the dark, I saw this boy in middle of the park. Everyone was sitting in shade but he sat in open, The smile on his face was near to broken. Instead of sky I started staring him, when our eyes met his went dim. He got… Continue reading Garden
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 in… Continue reading Beloved spring – Poem
I run into the worldthough I say I hate it, everyday.And romanticise thiszero-fucks-giving prude,emotion less, pathetic generationwhich is proud on our“I don’t care anymore” attitude.We leave our kin,in the search of shelter,ignore close ones andlook for ‘family’ in strangers.You think you’re looking for compassion, but no!You’re looking for pity,for someone to feel sorry,for someone, who… Continue reading Paradox
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 we… Continue reading Dictionary
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 a… Continue reading A City of heartbreaks
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.
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
Centuries ago, during thecourse of evolution, humansbrought the whole speciestogether, on the base ofOne belief system; Religion.We thrived. They say nothing lastsforever; humans have this obsessionwith change,To know more, To be more. And now ( fast forward to ‘I’ )As ‘act of God’I see my country mouldingbeliefs of generations.God has now become a toolTo control… Continue reading Gods are dying in my country.