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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

Black scars

*sigh* Your each scar tells me a different story. A story one couldn’t write, by just looking at your face. This one, it’s kind of special. It speaks to me in a different language sort of. But this one’s my favourite, I think. It speaks to me about the evening you couldn’t speak to the…

Making you smile….

You know what? Being a clown isn’t easy. It’s hard to always strive and be funny, yet you try to be funny whenever and wherever you can. You think you can help the other person by just making them laugh, by hiding your own pain and maybe trying to hide theirs as well. It gets…

Pain, it scares me

“Don’t forget about death” You whisper every night before I go to bed. Still, I’m scared. Not of death, but of life. I feel it coursing through my veins tonight as well. First it crawls up my legs. The wetness of the liquid squeezes my bones. Then it makes it way all the way to…

Painting you

“Did I sleep last night?” My back felt the presence of someone behind. My eyes were still crying. And I didn’t know why. It smelled gloomy and sad. But didn’t feel so. My head still hanged in the silence of the early morning air. It told me to close my eyes shut even though my…