Higeki

The only thing negative about not leaving the house⁣⁣ is that I can’t escape.⁣⁣ I can’t escape the blood. ⁣⁣ So red this blood is, that I start hating colours. ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ I cannot escape the internet. ⁣⁣ I cannot escape my house having the same conversations again and again about how this pandemic will…

Healing…

I look so empty sometimes. ⁣⁣ Sometimes, finding me is like finding hope to get to work on a Monday morning. ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ My hands dig in the huge leaps of clothes as I try to find what to wear. ⁣⁣ I can’t find anything but that cute broach you gave me last Saturday. ⁣⁣…

Love as catastrophe

True love is a mystery. The love of your life will meet you only once. And you might never be with them. And that person might not even be your boyfriend, your lover or your husband. That person might be someone who you’ll meet maybe for just a brief minute. You won’t even realise that…

Alone…. A broken me..

For me, alone was my home. A place filled with nothing but vaccum. Where I could see myself in the mirror without my happy-go-lucky smile. Alone felt like me. The kind of me who’d look in the bathroom mirror seeing nothing but a mere shadow of someone who I admired, even with tears rolling down…

The sky is important

पोथी पढ़ि पढ़ि जग मुआ, पंडित भया न कोय, ढाई आखर प्रेम का, पढ़े सो पंडित होय। When you were a small child, and trust me I was one too. (Spoilers: I am one). I’m not just an online entity. But….. When we were little we looked at the stars. We could see. We could…

Withered leaves

“My eyes chose to listen” a voice echoed. As I closed myself. Trying to take a nap, but I forgot that spring never allowed me to rest. The door opened itself, reminding me of how I hurt you, again and again and again. I tried to sense myself, to feel myself. To feel you through…

I’m a poetry

In this whole universe,a single person’s emotions don’t matter. At least that’s what I think. The world will move on no matter what. The least you can do, is confront your emotions. And not make fun of them. The exact opposite of what I’ve been doing. I dunno, I’m tired “I TRIED AND I’M TIRED!!”…

Untitled

Why did you leave me? On the brink of nothingness. The dark room, to take me away. You didn’t let go of my hand. It felt alone, felt cold…. Like Rain in december. The place was dark but better than this. You leave me, always….. On the brink of nothingness. Even when I was at…

Black scars

*sigh* Your each scar tells me a different story. A story one couldn’t write, by just looking at your face. This one, it’s kind of special. It speaks to me in a different language sort of. But this one’s my favourite, I think. It speaks to me about the evening you couldn’t speak to the…

The art of Piano-ing

“A piano doesn’t play itself You have to live through it You have to become it If you don’t, the piano will just sound like a bunch of random noises As if there weren’t enough noises in your head already.” I was once a pianist. That’s probably not the right word. Because I just saw…