father, tell the sunset to wait for me in the coming days. tell it, the sunrise and i are getting to know one another.… it’s like this:i have a nine-to-five jobbut wake up at six becausebecause i’m in wonder ofhow functional i’ve become. me, the girl who used to chase starsand wr … | Continue reading
dear self, your memories have tried to draw me asa shadow more times than i can count.why?can’t you see me when you’re looking in the mirror? // you were once the person i wanted to knowbut getting to know you,i find myself taking unnoticeablesteps back. dear self, let’s forget i … | Continue reading
i’m living. we’re living, maybe… instead of maybe, say, perhaps we’re living yet do not know. i know my mother, she gave me a name, a name i don’t know what it means. perhaps, this name is so beautiful i’m wearing it down, by my mundane wants… tell me where i can be braver than… … | Continue reading
let it be,it’s the sun’s fault anyway. i was sleeping happily withoutany unattainable dreams, but, sunlight just had to shine brightlyand disturb my sleep. this is absolutely not my fault though,that, that the curtains weren’t closed. ***** रहने दो,वैसे भी ये सूरज की गलती है। मैं … | Continue reading
let me be,there’s a mist over my life; i’ll love you,hold you handso our memories get to know each otherand our time becomes humanly, say, when i take a step closer to youdid i confess orthere’s a trance in how i look at you? let me be,there’s a place i know you can find me;… Con … | Continue reading
it’s quiet in my head.if i made a wish beforethough i can’t singand got the stars to dance,perhaps this is the quietness. i said, i’m lonelythen started talking to myselfaloud – by the window, in the kitchenfrom the language of my favorite TV showor my mother’s overbearingness… i … | Continue reading
i’ll tell you about it. there’s a strange loathing brought by want,makes you despise the inevitability broughtby how the world doesn’t revolve around you,people even more so. it’s as though,even when i’m sitting here talking to you,i wonder if next time i come to you,and my hands … | Continue reading
i left the music behind, to sit by the windowand watch my shadow live under the sunlight,twirling and laughing as though only that time is,cower when the night came into myself,where my heart is a scornful woman… but i looked up at the night skyto find that my faithfulness toward … | Continue reading
there’s a kind of silencethat doesn’t lingerbut grasp the rhythm of your heartbeatuntil being alone becomesa kind of happiness. | Continue reading
i was standing far awayfrom those loose emotionslike love and hate, my world had only a thoughtand the thought would shakeit’s head to become other thoughts, the way i lived could be as a monkperhaps the girl whose yet to growbut so unmovable, even the heavensgave her a taste of … | Continue reading
it’s too hot in summerbut i don’t know howto teach myself to not miss sunlight. perhaps, like my previous habitwhen i had just gotten marriedi would wake each morningto make breakfastand the days blended togetheras though the rainbowor twilight, as though i had pierced the skyor … | Continue reading
i only made a pause,a slight misstep,maybe not that even,i, i wanted to continuethis passion of allowingwords to be my kin,kin? my closest person,if my soul had no origin.i simply wanted toshy away from being alonethrough paper and dance,as ink and my thoughtsform life, such that … | Continue reading
what is to live after all?to taunt time and collectas many trinkets asdays can offer,to form a well of memories?but i don’t want to.i want to immersemyself in the trinketsothers have collectedin a dilapidating house.will you disdain myunambitious nature then?but i want to love yo … | Continue reading
what is it to be cherished? there’s a chaos i miss,as though i’m losing myself,have lost myself in the seaof entangled thoughtsand a thumping heart, if you’re not the one to hold my hand,i’m not coming out. as though, it rained,and the rainbow wanted to come outbut there’s so muc … | Continue reading
there’s a play… herself is waiting,if it’s in the waiting roomthen her life is a shoebox,…the simpleton. she’s bought by wantsand her thoughts are coins,but… she’d rather not,rather not wrinkle her mindand reduce her beauty, how to say,herself would ratherremain small and with a … | Continue reading
if you dress me up,Serene, Sofia, Maria,these names, I feeltheir feminity,like the most beautiful girl,beautiful girl,blue eyed and cascading hair,the picture sold on shampoos,the girl i want my loverto think me off in his heartyet i’m brown skinned. but, if you dress me upin gol … | Continue reading
my most cherished memory,and i let it fend for itselfagainst time, the heartless witch.as it was scratched, covered in scarstill the skin became the mapof how cruel days are to not pause.it bled out onto my heart, my hopeuntil all was left was mere… sensory.now, i’m drowning in g … | Continue reading
December 04, whose story should take precedence? the young girl back then, full of spirit and a blinding smileorthe old girl now, the noise outside has forced to kneel and beg while the loneliness inside crushing what remains of her spirit with its hauntingly mocking gaze. | Continue reading
“the world is moving…” she whispered, “leaving me behind.” “you…” “i’m dying. i know this better than anyone. i’m dying along with my love for you. that’s what makes me sad. isn’t it ridiculous? as if you won’t fall in love after i’m gone.”Her laughter was soft, almost cruel in i … | Continue reading
there is life, or there was,breath of a person breathing heavily,out of desperation, perhaps jealousyas she watched the people, the ones she admired and hated,or those she was lazy to cast a glance at,live, live thoroughly,according to how the norm predicts,or – how they curved o … | Continue reading
how bad does the want have to getbefore i start to scrub my skin,look myself in the mirror and sneer,there’s a useless personstaring back at me? i deliver myself to your bedand i’ve killed the girl i dare not look atin the eye anymore. perhaps i’ve been going aroundto beg for two … | Continue reading
i wanted to love a man,this man my head would lie on his shoulderand the world would not appeartoo big a place that i would get lost in it, wanted, yet, my eyes were cast afarat the stars in the sky andthe sun far west, when he called my name,i smiled and kissed his lips… Continu … | Continue reading
there are times wheni’m bothered bymy inability to forget.no, to want changeliving under the sky thatdangles sunriseand sunset in my eyes, as though, by recognizingthe beauty of the world,i’ll forget howi was left shatteredby love, by my dreams,by the hands thatheld me up when iw … | Continue reading
the place i’m from, sometimes we miss the rain for the whole year, and the flowers we planted begin to change their behavior—rebellious, though it’s not our fault it hasn’t rained. or… is it? it’s like my mother walking to her mother’s house, knowing no one is there. when no one … | Continue reading
i woke up aloneand the empty left sideof the bed made melook back at the memoriesi’ve been ignoring. i woke up aloneand the empty right sideof the bed made methink back to the timebeing alone wasn’t scary. can we meet, i saidcan we meet, i said then, before our shadowssaid hello, … | Continue reading
like i said, life is bad. just a fleeting thing – happiness, there are so many circles you have to complete before you meet even a fraction of it. isn’t it bad? | Continue reading
I feel anewas inafter a long haze of searchingbriefing myself on my shortcomingsand how to love… light broke through. I looked at the personlooking back in the mirror, She stood firm alone.Her smile tugged at my heartand I saw her beauty after a long time. It was,in a way…the lov … | Continue reading
After the rain,the loudest voice to be heardis my cry, which the rainhad been a blanket for. | Continue reading
my goallessnessis the company of silenceI want to leave at home. | Continue reading
There are debris scatteredBy the framework – The framework – My mother talks about me to my fatherThat’s how father got to know about me. I stood behind me,Each second in my head I’d say, I’m not so.I cannot be so, Yet, The picture mother painted overlappedWith the one I saw ever … | Continue reading
fire is shy, likethe breath of our first kissstolen from hello. | Continue reading
Freddie, For so long you held on, I can finally admit that and put the blame on myself. I can’t be regretful now it’ll demean what I felt, I can’t apologise when moments we spent together gave you a lifeline to walk a little further with me. I, I don’t know what to say. Lately,… … | Continue reading
The pain I thought would last longer, somehow, no, not somehow;after just some time,is not as choking as I thought it would be.It’s more like a looming cloud,turning grey on certain days—with thunderstorms, the lightning keeping me awake—and becoming a fluff on other days,and I’d … | Continue reading
I found a favorite pocket. It’s warm and I can’t believeit belongs to me. And the world has suddenly becomean interesting place. Sometimes, I’m smiling sillyall by myself because,I found a person I think of without knowing. This little things,I’m alone at night and Iwant to see h … | Continue reading
So gone is the 3rd grade girl,“Mama, tomorrow is casual day is school.”Or if I had a mama,My voice would be horse from laughterPerhaps… not direct, I’m a mama now,and the longing of a motherless childare out to bed,I give the wishes to my girlwho rolls her eyes often. Life if is … | Continue reading
for my sanity. 😂😂 How reckless… | Continue reading
I don’t know who’s talking. Certainly not me. 😑 | Continue reading
The whole time, my head is bobbing and my lips won’t stop moving. 😩 | Continue reading
if the room tilts, and I don’t blinkbut find myself a laughter, who has forgotten and wheredo I find myself? perhaps laughter mixed with cynicismthe wishes of a ten year old…twenty year old…thirty year old… I blinked, and how manyyears have passed?there’s a pause. the stagnant ai … | Continue reading
a torrent has comethe sun harbours willing tearsI long for happiness It blossoms, the pain. More like the sun, peeking slowly and glaring out its might. Sometimes it’s gentle, like a reminder, the eye of a needle and other times it erupts, searing and unbearable. I have to catch … | Continue reading
Father, the world is beautifulisn’t it? It has water,water with many coloursand leaves, the red onesnot roses I’d say,the single ones… I, I’m idle… I want to lovebut there’s silence,how can it be? I said to myself,beauty is perhaps a truth ofmany shades yet,I succumb to it,it’s a … | Continue reading
I hurt from emptyblue sky’s promising lookyet I’m still waiting. | Continue reading
when I told himI told himtold himhim, my voice broke,like yesterday, if my memoriesof him aren’tthe truth and I keep lookingkeep lookinglooking, only to see,it wasn’t yesterday,a year has passed. my nails are broken,yet they’re not dirtyas though I’ve been bitingbeen bitingbiting … | Continue reading
mind overwrittennaive nature, wind crushesbeauty is hard found | Continue reading
this winter was oddly harsh and longas my neighbor would say around thefire while staring at me, yet not, my mother sat there the year past, oddly harsh, when I’m not trying toremember or look to my left. I’m left alone. emptiness with memories,if I laugh alone, am I a sincere pe … | Continue reading
begin with me, please begin,at the end of the tunnel alreadyyet i suck my fingers when i’m unawareand there’s temptation to twirlmy hair when i discovera fruit sweeter than mango,life and the falling leaves.my palm has been itching, too much so,it’s stayed clenched even in my sle … | Continue reading
mercy, mercy, the soundof a last pleafrom the depths of a soulthat wanted to be the prettiest womanyet found the worldis ever smiling,forever welcomingbut inside this massive worldthere’s only smokea void enough to engulfmy vision, however narrowthe vision had been, this worldhas … | Continue reading