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…

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…

Dreams 

​Quiet nights be our witness,  and starry skies  do see,  This night would listen, and so would many,  that are yet  to be,  The little tales of charm we seek,  woven with  moonbeams, Of how we loved and unmade ourselves  in our  living dreams.

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…

dead applause

"All the world's a stage" when the curtains fall and light has been applauded for its lies darkness plays it's part again the musty smell of the theater shut to muse itself the velvet of curtains sunken stillness applause echoing in silence broken by the creaking of an exhaust fan all cry for sin to play…

Being

poets lie, they fib in the verses give names to absence . and talk of grief and smiles  in neighboring  lines  . paint colourless pictures and turn  blindness to  such light  . yet ruffle old  comfort  and break  confines  . what might be or might there be  a reason to the being  of poetry . structured chaos…

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…

Trains and thoughts 

I've been on a train for the past six hours and I felt like sharing something I wrote to a friend on an e-mail sometime ago whilst I was travelling on the same train, going to and from the same places. ......... I'm sitting here, in a chair car. It's an AC coach but I…

Sober 

The mountain air, my sniff of high Trenches, dips and curves the rides of amusement  Pour my heart down a valley, into a stream of sigh Watch it bungee jump, with no attachment.  The foaming mouths of the ocean waves by the beach My skin dipping on its wonder  Feet inches deep in the depth…