Lost in my House

I’ve been lost too many times now. Lost in my own house where I was too scared to open the door outside. Every time I left home, it hurt but I learned something. This time, I’m learning to decorate my body. I’m learning to keep to myself the leaves and branches that I used to…

Taste of Victory

Orion, winning a war is a punishment greater than death. The tears in your sisters eyes have dried up crying Revolution, screaming so loud to be heard by the 13th century. But not loud enough to let us hear her moans, because she’s sealed her bruises with remains of the black death, almost bronze in…

Take me to the moon, Tsuki

月 Take me to the moon. The night the moon left, I know how much you’ve had to see. The blades wouldn’t cut your skin, it was just so cold. But her earrings which she left on your thighs right as your lips pierced her breasts. These earrings were sharp enough. Sharp enough to pierce…

What is Kashmir….

They scream their names loudly.. So loud, hoping for an answer back in this prison of red coloured lotuses. They’re getting lost in this festival of ‘what justice is’ when a vivid music starts playing. She, is scared of putting lipstick on their lips again. She’s scared that their lips will become dry like their…

4th August, Midnight

5th August, 12:49 am. Midnight. One day now. The pain is a bit less. Will soon vanish away. My golden tears froze half their way across my cheeks. Running out of tears. Don’t want it to go. Don’t want you to go. Wanted you, I still love you. Want this pain to stay. I want…

Sunflower Girl

To the sunflower girl, IT is not going to be okay. When you’ll confess your love and experience how awkward it really is, especially when you are already dumb awkward, you’re going to shake and tremble. You will start biting your lips and your tied tongue will go numb. You’ll try to keep his sweet…

A letter to light

/A letter to light/ Noor, If my letters don’t even reach you and neither do my poems, why am I still writing? For whom am I still writing? Sometimes I believe that the only thing that reaches your body these days are arms pressing your neck. Arms with no faces, just hands and my spit…

Strawberry Crush

My loneliness reminds me of your heart these days. Uncertain, Broken and Cold. It haunts me when the night creeps on. Like a blanket, it covers me and I pull it further on to not let it eat the monsters under my bed. I realise that I don’t turn my lights on in the dark…

Home in the little things

The title of this post makes it seem like ‘Wow such a creative title, I bet the dude who wrote it must be hot’. Well ladies, let me tell you one thing, I am hot. And let me tell you another thing, I’m delusional. Haha, this is awkward. So I did not write anything for…

Learn to say NO – poetry

This is series of three short poetries related to each other:- Torn thighs⠀ When the sky gets pink, and my house goes dark. I dress myself up with a cloth I made from the balcony curtain. The curtain which whispers a song everytime wind blows through it. ⠀ The sky turns darker and darker and…