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 to… Continue reading Broken Sunset
This constant pressure someone feeling that they are entitled to talk to you daily can be draining ( and can break the bonds too). When going through things, the most creative people can also run out of words and the answer to every question can be nothing more than “okay”. We keep checking on people… Continue reading Let them be
Silence knocks on my window everytime it snows; I have an ache every time I hear your name. This time, spring came with the bittersweet memories, my kitchen smells like your favourite street food and the aroma runs through my veins, urging me to run away . We are oceans apart yet its heavy on… Continue reading Apocalypse
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 Gogh… Continue reading Art
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 uplift… Continue reading Aftermath.
I know heartbreak, It live in my veins, I hear my blood shout. It took the colours out of my rainbow, Tried to turn my heart inside out . When my heart was hanging mid air I forced myself to swallow the ink, Somehow my sky managed to stay yellow All my words and pages… Continue reading This one’s for You.
Words feel on my skin like wildflowers and stay in my heart like the pretty snow, They steal my sky like the shinning stars Run in my blood wherever I go. I keep seeing them floating in my eyes they are the fresh scent in the winds that blow, For days I keep running towards… Continue reading Words.
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 the gloom For in corners of my mind, the thought grew bit by bit, I’m trapped; For my own skin no… Continue reading Illusion.
The thought of bleeding and running out of love is what makes the pen fall still, Even though we can always paint the sky yellow, but the fear that others never will. We always look for the spring without trying to learn the cold beauty of snow, Why choose the abandoned cracks to hide when… Continue reading An uncertain journey