/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…

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…

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…