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…

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….

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…

Healing…

I look so empty sometimes. ⁣⁣ Sometimes, finding me is like finding hope to get to work on a Monday morning. ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ My hands dig in the huge leaps of clothes as I try to find what to wear. ⁣⁣ I can’t find anything but that cute broach you gave me last Saturday. ⁣⁣…

Love as catastrophe

True love is a mystery. The love of your life will meet you only once. And you might never be with them. And that person might not even be your boyfriend, your lover or your husband. That person might be someone who you’ll meet maybe for just a brief minute. You won’t even realise that…

Alone…. A broken me..

For me, alone was my home. A place filled with nothing but vaccum. Where I could see myself in the mirror without my happy-go-lucky smile. Alone felt like me. The kind of me who’d look in the bathroom mirror seeing nothing but a mere shadow of someone who I admired, even with tears rolling down…

The sky is important

पोथी पढ़ि पढ़ि जग मुआ, पंडित भया न कोय, ढाई आखर प्रेम का, पढ़े सो पंडित होय। When you were a small child, and trust me I was one too. (Spoilers: I am one). I’m not just an online entity. But….. When we were little we looked at the stars. We could see. We could…

Withered leaves

“My eyes chose to listen” a voice echoed. As I closed myself. Trying to take a nap, but I forgot that spring never allowed me to rest. The door opened itself, reminding me of how I hurt you, again and again and again. I tried to sense myself, to feel myself. To feel you through…