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…

On sadness and grief

Isolation is a crevice in my head, where my thoughts like to dwell and dawdle when grief seeps. Grief seeps, it doesn’t pour. It does not pour like the rain- heavy and dark, then clear and clean when the sun moves out. It seeps slow, smooth and soft. It fills in like the kind of…

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…

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…

sigh

It's late night, and my household's all fast asleep. I'm sitting nearby the balcony, and thanks to the cool sea breeze, I don't have to risk for a creaking fan to cure the heat and wake unwanted attention alongside. I've just begun savouring the silence, and as if in indirect mockery, a car with a…

A walk…

Walking through me Is a form of myself Utterly lost, and searching. Looking for nothing. Walking through me I find muses strewn In sighs and tears Betrayed and broken. Talking of nothing. Walking through me In the flow of my blood I miss the drift of warmth Of love. All lost for nothing. Walking through…

These hidden verses

Here is all that we can't say. To the stories that simply stay confined to our hearts and heads. To the unspeakable emotions. To the pain not uttered of. To the love that is hidden deep in longing.  Here is to the inarticulate imagery that is painted upon our souls.  Here is to all of…

Drowning words on a lonely night

​Silken lies that cloak my mind Enveloping pits of flaws  and soaking sighs Are drenched again  In this fluid sadness Are quenched again  with strewn madness Silken words that  wrap my heart  Falter again and fall apart Leaving me as  a sum of memories Lying loose upon  collapsing theories.  Beliefs and reason  bore through  the…