Silly

"Love is what we are born with, Fear is what we have learned" -Marianne Williamson Fear, that is all there is to it. An all encompassing fear. Fear that the mind rules the heart more than it should. Fear of love that makes you cut pieces of yourself to fit their ideal, fear of never [...]

Doll

Doll They'd touch you Kiss you Play you Doll They'll never listen When their hands creep up your side As you say No Doll They'll pluck you Out of thin air carry you To places you don't want to go Doll They will call you pretty little thing And proceed to destroy you Doll Your [...]

These feelings are hard to find!

We were on cusp of meeting the world, two lonely kids facing the sun with their shadows falling behind them Our different perspective warred with each other but also came together as a beautiful amalgamation of contradictory thoughts co-existing and nurturing each other. Never Imposing, Never cruel! I saw cosmos through his eyes, in its [...]

This Benign Sickness

I stumbled upon the sickness inside my head, Far from perfect, My flaws were ugly, They weren't physical but went deeper and marred my soul. Tendency to hurt break and leave came easy My inability to feel remorse My inability to hold on My inability to bond Got me worried sick Some part of me [...]

A Winter Fall-out

Nuclear ash. As far as my eyes can see, it is dawn of perpetual nuclear winter. I close the window before the cold gust of wind could bring the abominable particles inside. My bones feel weary and brittle, it was nothing but a miracle of sort to have lived this long. To be able to [...]

That Thing Called Hope

It was one of those winter days when sun is blindingly bright and the air has that crisp quality to it signifying change of yet another season. I was back home early from the school and my fifteen year old self was locked out of the house. My restless self couldn't sit on the porch [...]

Of Ink and Death

Night brought dreams and with these fever dreams came endless possibilities painted in the muted colors of silence and melancholy. While the world was draped in the heavy cloak of darkness, he wasn't dreaming. He was creating, his hands fervently moving on a parchment, his head filled with cosmos and his soul losing a piece [...]