Love, again…

What would it feel like to experience love as a 40 year old? To feel that same passion, the same adrenaline spike through your heart. But with a different person. You would have thought love wasn’t meant for you again. Sitting right beside your sick mother, you realised that day, what world you lived in….

Achilles’ Secret – A Poetry

Yesterday, I was dying.I fellso fast,black and wet,incomplete.With a scarf around my neck,I became the patchy rain.As beautiful and elegant as Narcissus.Falling hard, to clear the fog out,the make believe fog in my hands.I fell, so I could find the people I lost.Falling through a burned house,my lips parched, searching for thirst. The burned house,…

/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…

Here’s to a beautiful year!

Let’s talk! 2020 “I am nowhere, where you left me. Two thousand and twenty miles away, and Stronger.” Two thousand twenty has been an unique and scary year for most of us, if not all. Big Surprise! Not just the things that happened on a massive scale including the protests, pandemic, disasters but small things…

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…

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…