Sleep, dear human

young flesh, older dust of stars dark, open wounds and glimmering scars. a plexus of eccentricities normalized with words, breaths escaping, counting backwards- You, dear human; the shallow of your cheek, the depth of your deep, collapse tonight in a listless sleep. catch your breath, as you fall in your head, when you’re alive in the body, while in sleep you’re dead. Continue reading Sleep, dear human

A day in March, and thoughts of you

In this month of March, when spring should have been, I’m half blinded by the sun blaring into my face. And yet beneath strands of loose hair, hazy brown in light, there’s a smile radiant inspite of the heat and exhaustion. There is an absence of wind in this static day, but the entropy of thoughts is plentiful. As they flicker through my head they … Continue reading A day in March, and thoughts of you

A mess of thoughts, inked through a writer’s block

I have been trying to write. I swear I have tried most possible means. I have stayed up in the silence of the night, waiting for a muse to drift by into sleepy eyes. I have strayed into lonelier dirtpaths, recluse benches, shadowy trees, pitch dark corners, my bed, the floor, upon a table, under the table, over the table, all over the place and … Continue reading A mess of thoughts, inked through a writer’s block

A little post of gratitude

I’m on a train, typing this bit out of an overwhelming urge of expression. But unlike my recent posts about being on trains and travelling, this isn’t about me, or my thoughts and muse.  It’s about this man sitting beside me. He looks like any guy aged somewhere between 25 to 30, spectacled and fairly built.  I’ve for long been engrossed in my novel and … Continue reading A little post of gratitude