7 billion Beautiful stars…

This does not feel like healing. Can’t I hear myself….. My thighs have become rotten pink, and grey memories of your heartbreak surround me. Eyes still feel like a small girl trying to find her mother in war. Your empty room does not smell like the orange weather, it’s starting to smell a lot like…

If the sky had escape wounds…

If the sky had escape wounds Would my town still be afraid of welcoming me? Maybe I’d rest in empty spaces Like the boy who painted protests on his dry skin Dry, like lost lovers during the renaissance, Beautiful and cold. My eyes in the mirror Wait for someone to look back. Do my eyes…

Boys like you… 🌻

For boys like you, loving is a sin. A sin where kissing costs us breaking the skies apart. Boys like you, are hard to love. For them, love does not come in soft candies and dead cocoons turning into butterflies. Boys like you expect eating cathedrals and castles at 2 am in the night, when…

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…

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…

Bruises

⁣These bruises tattooed on my back are a reminiscence of war.⁣ ⁣ My bruises are just reflections of the battlefield on my skin. ⁣⁣ From popping my pimples to tapeing the flowery pink cuts on my arms, I have realised that fixing a scar is difficult.⁣⁣ When you put these flames out from your skin,…

Cherry Blossom

//Your home is inside you// If I had a daughter, I’d name her Cherry. Because cherry is the colour of blood, but softer, And lighter. I’d teach my daughter to not be scared of drawing out her sword. To put her opinions on the table like men put their dicks out. With all her confidence….