Thinking a bit about this…

Eversince I was a little girl, I've dreamt of a day when words I wrote would adorn someone's bookshelf, when I would a hold a book I've myself authored. Now that I'm not little anymore, my dreams seem far fetched and whispy as the clouds. The sheer amount of people who write and are read…

The many years

Through the many years  that played between us, though the many years  that lay between us-  . I see glimpses of my joy in things that make you smile, The more I look, and find of you I see myself for a while. . Maybe, today  I can say  I see the reasons, to your…

Lil’ lil’ things 

With evolution and inheritance playing between species, generations and between the very cells we’re made of… humans seem to be its best result. Having a cranial capacity of 1300 cc, eyes with a contrast ratio of 100 000:1, luminance range of 1014 …. it is but obvious, we’re blessed beings. But in the rush of city lights and…

Deeper than the night

They sat side by side. The monochrome from the garden lamp cast two shadows on the ground- their contours only inches away from just brushing past each other. Their figures were settled so comfortably against the background that it seemed as if the cold night had awaited their warm smiles for long. They smiled; eyes…

Still…

​In my breath, there  Is a gasp of restlessness In my heart, a knot  Of uncoiled emotion Deep in my eyes, there Is nothing  Nothing at all to see  In my voice, there  Is a treble of grief In my head, a plexus Of mindless mumbles Deep in my soul, still  Is a desire,  Desire…

still hours to the light

gravity of thought, pulling divinity. trailing emotion, sinking serenity. fluff of exhaustion, feathery fuss,  snuff of seduction, enthralling buss.  like breathing is the awe  in sleep, a softly slipping whisper to keep. oblivion transcending, grieving, yet mending,  soothing waves, capriciously calmed. pain, still pending, over doom impending,  suffering lulled, and death embalmed. so sleep sweet, oh, lover of…

Cold floor, colder feelings, smoke and more

you know what's beautiful? when i sit on cold floor, and even colder feelings inside of me... and i know, that finally i'm home alone and i can afford to release. But somehow, i cannot because there is always a hesitation that chokes back sobs and words alike... either arising because i sit there not…

A Foot of Sand

She smiled, as the water tickled her feet, just like how a mother amuses her child. She felt relaxed, the weight of her being comfortably settled on the sand. She looked on towards the horizon, thoughtless but content. He smiled, spotting her at a distance on the beach. He felt relaxed, seeing a sweet smile…

i am.

hurtful words. avoiding glances. silent tension. biting back. lumping throat. heavy sighs. tired eyes. futile attempts. beaten will. lost desire. broken breath. trailing tears. empty insides. hollowed hopes... conflict, intolerance, hate, anger, distrust, pretense... i am defeated.    my head screams into the pages of my diary-smeared and marked in forced, forceful lines of graphite. my…