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 a… Continue 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 name… Continue 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

731 days of mermaid

Here’s to unbelievable 2 years. I am very fortunate to stick around here for this long time and of course it’s all because ALL OF YOU. Thank you very much for believing in my words and staying here. Your constant support keep me going. I changed my blog URL this August ( in first week)… Continue reading 731 days of mermaid

//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 lipsshouting… Continue reading //Love is Love//

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 mind… Continue reading Hope

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 Gogh… Continue 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 he… Continue reading Pockets full of Cosmos.

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 uplift… Continue reading Aftermath.