My language

I thought everyone wrote long essays and poetries when in love I thought everyone’s heart fluttered as their fingers brushed past the soft warmth of their love I thought everyone fixated on that lock of hair that escaped another’s ear I thought everyone dreamt of bringing the world and crumbling into dust at the feet...

If all ceased to exist

What am i doing in this life And why Is it for money Or love If all ceased to exist Would i still run this path Breathless Fatigued Exhausted Would i still chase this mirage If all ceased to exist Would i still choose to live? If these shackles of expectations And needs Of others...

Monologue

Our delimma Our fight Our loss And our life

Four Letter Word

My writing has been nothing but an ode and a prisoner of this 4 letter ominous word I dipped into it With my existence and my soul Tasting the warmth and punishment of this single syllable As it whipped my awe struck hypnotised reality in a whirlpool of emotions I tried to ride its high...

Empathy

My empathy would be the end of me I wont die of my pain , or a broken tale I would die of all that i carry An ache borrowed from all the people who silently ail

Heart on sleeve

i wore my heart on my sleeve not aware of the knife you held up yours so when i smiled and shook your hand i did not understand where the blood came from

Poet

You said i was good with words That i could fashion letters into a string of pearls You said i made stories into a melody I could tiptoe on the line between pain and symphony You said i carved emotions out of alphabets and then stringed poetry out of feelings You said i blurred the...

Layers

Scene1. Restaurant and friends. Smile. Laughter. Fits. Filling the time space around a lunching table surrounded with friends and colleagues. The scene shifts. Hospital Room. Quiet voice droning in a silent room a consoling hand placed on an arm. The continuos beep of a monitor line gone straight. Scene3. Living Room. Family. Narrating the stories...

A Temporary Fix

Im exhausted by life and i miss you..i miss you not in your voice..but your quiet..i miss you not in i want to hold you..but i miss and need a presence that just is..that doesnt overwhelm me..that just exists around me close to me and i cn just be..a moment of quiet when no one...

What getting over you looked like

It looked like you not being the last thought in my mind when i went to sleep Or you being the first when i woke up It looked like me stopping to check if you whats-apped It looked like me stopping to roam the oft trodden path only hopping to catch your glimpse It looked...