underwater

I like to feel you draw Tiny circles on my skin The way sunlight filters through you And then to me It’s almost purifying           Your never-ending touch           That goes on an           Infinite trail of petals           The journey comes to a stop           Only when I give you a kiss                    ... Continue Reading →

21 grams

Every day and every minute A being collapses, Over the clouds or under the ocean Or just stops being there - Nobody understands. Everyone fears. More for others Than for self, Humans at their finest, is it? The loosening of grasps And the sighs that are heard no more, The closing of eyes, With the... Continue Reading →

apologies from yours truly

If you were to write letter of apology to someone you hurt this year, what would you write? This was a question on Quora that really made me think. Not because I had trouble finding people I had upset in 2018 (do any of us have a problem there, ever?), but because at times, it's... Continue Reading →

“we need to talk.”

It's February 02, 2019 and I don't even remember the last time I logged in to write something. I don't even remember the last time I wrote something. But there's always something I want to write about. So - tada! Sometimes I don't understand the kind of person I've become. I have an emotional range... Continue Reading →

never blooming again

We both saw clouds on a sunny day And we both climbed the hill attempting to run away. From dirt to plants, we dug ourselves and bloomed But it is a fact that you either die being plucked, Or live long enough to go to dirt, again. Oh, we got plucked. We got plucked by... Continue Reading →

on me

Not the storm, not the thunder - What tucks me in sweat Every night Are the masks hanging on my ceiling.   Impeccable lines of live blood Hover over me; Grinning on my sanity, Slowly slipping away.   I snap the ceiling, piece by piece, Pulling away at the threads. The masks drop and make... Continue Reading →

polka dots and stripes

    You are my polka dot and stripe On a fabric of whirlpool. I trace along the lines But cannot seem to find you. Hidden, you curve yourself To the world, That obliviously remains under you. My fingers hit the cracks And the patches that people admire, But they feel rough to me. My... Continue Reading →

I hate people. Un-Confirmed.

I know that this title sounds like a horrible take at creativity, but that is because it's the Dhoom 2 to my Dhoom. If you haven't read my previous post (I Hate People. Confirmed.) yet, I'd recommend you to read it first here, or there is a possibility that this might not make much sense.... Continue Reading →

I hate people. Confirmed.

Sadness comes in two forms. One, when you try and fail. And one, when you don't try at all and wonder if trying could be successful. Usually, I'm a voter of trying and experimenting and learning; but today, oh no no no. I'm not. Before this semester commenced, I had made a goal for myself... Continue Reading →

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