Design a site like this with WordPress.com
Get started

I call it ‘Love’

Trigger Warning: Self-Harm When fear came knockingI scribbled my name on a piece of paperand called it ‘Love’There are peoplewho ask of you to be brave,who tell you that courage births courageand that a fearless face is indestructible And then there are the oneswho hold your hand and ask you to pausethey tell you to …

Advertisement

I have come to pray again!

To us writersa blank paper is like a shrineand our hearts are the offering We tread linesbleeding,our pens lead the way We write to plead our truthsbut human minds are delusional-to them,our misery is poetry! I said too much,bared too deep-the world grew tired; People told me to weep somewhere elsehad I not wept enough!Worse?I …

Lie

Pluck threads from the skyand weave clouds that rain stardust; Hold voids captivedecorate themand sell them in the name of love;Master disguise despise the truth;ditch the moonreach for the stars;sing for the ruthless, in the name of ruth- Lie. Lie until you know no faithLie until the world loses faceLie until you can no more, …

The Haunting

I am not in love anymore;I don't look at the dying leaves and think of all the stories they lived throughI don't try to put a meaning to each fading smile that walks past meI don't find salvation in the knowing that all these rain drops that fall against the bare of my skin- I …

Sombre

Evenings have always been my favorite time of the day. When I tell this to people, they are quick to conclude that I am yet another hopeless romantic, helplessly in love with the Sunsets. Well, not too proud, but I think my love for the evenings runs deeper than just the muted ambers painting a …

There is power in you!

New on my Instagram blog:- "It is easier to lose track of honesty. Standing in the middle of a noisy room, screams echoing, lies lingering above the heads of lousy strangers; eyes meet, but for whatever brief moment they do, they only find excuses to break away. Such rooms are no less than mazes. They …

Down and Under

There's only so much that the eye can see;There's only so much that the flesh can feel;There's only so much-Cloaked and Veiled-They believe the truth is rotting away,They believe they won,that the night won't wake;Down and Under-They hid bits and pieces of prophecies and gospels,turning life into a game of treasure hunt,leaving hints curled around …

Dark Side of the Moon

When I walk, I walk alone; The tenders of my feet caress these rough barren lands each night,and from what I knowmy tears, sometimes, water them; I doubt if they are fond of me,if they appreciate my presence,or, if they can’t stand me, can they? Do they despise watching me invade their previously unwavering abandonment?Do …