/where are you today?/

Where are you today Sylvia? It’s been two days I’m waiting for you here under this tree. Its’ teal leaves look at me in a way you haven’t. Their eyes really make me feel hungry. And desperate… I’m starting to question myself, Was it really love that I felt? And empty… This tree I’m under…

Myself & Absence

Let me tell you about Absence, On the 20th of December, I spoke to you, with love. 11th December, I remembered her four times. The third time, with blood on my wrists. I wanted her to leave me something, on the 12th of December. And by something I meant a naked city which smelled like…

A darker shade of Pink

Last week I went on a diet of jam and butterflies, Wrote an essay for the sky going further and further away from the ground and the ground making my knees itchy. “I wonder when they were younger, did the sky and the ground ever hug each other like they’d never be apart. Now, do…

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…

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…

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….