They ask me to move,to pull my feet from underneath the thin ice and prove that I am alive; Yes, I am alive! This heart still beatsbut it beats for you; These lips still singbut they sing for you; These hands still love the barebut it is your skinthat they crave; They ask me if …
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 …
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 …
Shadows
What is hiding in the shadows?Who is this demon? How have I not crossed paths with it yet? I have been lurking around in this darkness since the dawn of this moonless night.Who is this ghoul that managed to save itself from my quest? Has my search been hasty? Have I missed some corners? I …
Don’t tear the wall down!
You keep a brick at its place, and you stare at it. You stare at it long enough for it to lose its identity for you, for it to simply become a mass of nothing, kept on nothing, for nothing; In that moment, you almost want to smash the whole wall down; the wall that took you …
Stagheads and Castles…
Fires, when left burning, can bring the greenest forests down. Tangerines hanging in the air, wringing the fiery crimson out of lives, devouring upon the beauty, leaving behind corpses; what a shame? Fires that can warm hearts, feed hunger, chase the dark away, can also cause an apocalypse when lit by the hands that are …
I Choose Love!
I was on a midnight stroll when I came across the doomed cracks in my castle. They were long, tracing the length of each magnificent wall, running around the deep carvings, distorting the beauty to their taste. Their taste- bitter taste; And I, for the longest time, seemed to have given into it- given into …
The Moon
I had sworn. I had sworn I will never write about the Moon. It did. It made me gasp at its beauty each time I looked at it; filled me with endearing wonderment for the silver it spilled; had me looking for a braveheart who had the courage to bring it down for me; I kept …
I see faces…
People leave homes behind. They move away. I wonder if their stories ever do. I wonder if, as much as we believe, have we ever been powerful enough to rip memories off the walls that boast them. Or, is it just an illusion, yet another desperate attempt at gaining power over time? Will we ever …
We are back home!
I started my blogging journey with the name 'From The Quill'. The name was really close to my heart. It took me months to come up with this, and honestly, I couldn't have wished for a better name for my website. In June 2019, I decided to move to the next level and buy a …
From The Quill 