// 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//”

Send words/prompts

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 mailContinue reading “Send words/prompts”

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”

If I was a writer

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 rainandContinue reading “If I was a writer”

You and poems

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 backContinue reading “You and poems”

A poem for everyone

Ever looked at someone and thought, is this what poetry in motion is?!Because I do think that sometimes, like right now, sitting here while my mind is dwelling in the vast sea of profound memories of all the people I have come across and I am realising all of them were beautiful in a wayContinue reading “A poem for everyone”

Hope

It’s raining almost every second day,and I’m learning to bloom from the earth,From life less branches to bed of dead leaves,something inside of me is telling me to know my worth. Sun is always shining over mountainsstill, there is this darkness in the woods,dripping down the lifeless branchesin a way only hope could. My mindContinue reading “Hope”

Broken Sunset

Once I met a broken sunset stunning in pink and beautifully alone, He was tip toe-ing through twilight asking me to step into unknown. My inside and out felt like stones but I was willing to know what it has to say, For sometimes the most ordinary things become blessings and I had nothing toContinue reading “Broken Sunset”

Art

From silent poetry to screaming voice of art I have met people, creative from the heart. They tried to teach structure and rhythm but who they are to decide what we are? I have seen pioneers of colours and words – the weapons which give scars and help the world win wars. From Van GoghContinue reading “Art”

Pockets full of Cosmos.

Those honey coated eyes were the “okay.” to every “okay?” I used to throw, when sheets used to haunt me In search of rhythm, to him I used to go. The one named after my favourite colour In his smile I used to see the rainbow, Every mountain was his own and every stream heContinue reading “Pockets full of Cosmos.”