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… ๐ŸŒป

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…

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…

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

ๆœˆ 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…

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…

You are Burning..

“๐˜‰๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ด”โฃ โฃ I realised that my life was in the pages I forgot to turn. โฃ I say ‘forgot’ but really, I chose to not turn them. โฃ The next page always felt so heavy,โฃ And the strong part of me had died on…

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.โฃ They will bleed of strong and powerful dead poets. โฃ The blood will fall in rivers and seas making a loud, loud noise, like the breaking of glass.โฃ This noise will remind me…

This is the way I loved you

๐˜“๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ, ๐˜š๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ข, ๐˜ˆ๐˜ช, ๐˜—๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ, ๐˜—๐˜บ๐˜ข๐˜ข๐˜ณ,โฃโฃโฃ I don’t think of you when I think of these words,โฃโฃโฃ I think of you when ‘soon to end’ things cross my mind,โฃโฃโฃ rather beautiful thingsโฃโฃโฃ like poetry books, scars, jhumkas and lipsticks,โฃโฃโฃ and the building where you and I first met.โฃโฃโฃ The building is gone nowโฃโฃโฃ but the feeling…