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…

Some pages in my book…

Good morning or evening or afternoon or whatever. I’m finally doing a ‘just talk’ post. I feel happy about this but kind of uncomfortable too. I decided to write what I felt these past few months. I don’t expect you to go through all this shit of course. But I just felt like I needed…

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….

You are Burning..

“𝘉𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴”⁣ ⁣ I realised that my life was in the pages I forgot to turn. ⁣ I say ‘forgot’ but really, I chose to not turn them. ⁣ The next page always felt so heavy,⁣ And the strong part of me had died on…

After this ends

I’m scared of what’ll happen after. I don’t want us to end. Because I know when it does, the skies will bleed.⁣ They will bleed of strong and powerful dead poets. ⁣ The blood will fall in rivers and seas making a loud, loud noise, like the breaking of glass.⁣ This noise will remind me…

This is the way I loved you

𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘚𝘢𝘳𝘢, 𝘈𝘪, 𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘮, 𝘗𝘺𝘢𝘢𝘳,⁣⁣⁣ I don’t think of you when I think of these words,⁣⁣⁣ I think of you when ‘soon to end’ things cross my mind,⁣⁣⁣ rather beautiful things⁣⁣⁣ like poetry books, scars, jhumkas and lipsticks,⁣⁣⁣ and the building where you and I first met.⁣⁣⁣ The building is gone now⁣⁣⁣ but the feeling…

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…