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 …
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 …
The Perfect Harmony
The beat syncs with my heart in perfect harmony. My heart has been dancing to the rhythm of life, finding love in the lovely romance that it is.It has been long since I last lusted over the life I live- long since I let the wind touch my bare skin- long since I leaned into …
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 …
Those who seek; The deep blue void
I find myself in the depths. I find myself in the bits and pieces of what illuminates the edges of water. I find myself in the magic. I find myself in the light.I forget fear as I go further. What felt like a burden, only seems to be pushing me in the right direction.They are …
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 …
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