confession booth

my happiness reincarnated as sadness and I can’t get rid of this wrath until I kill it with my own hands. reading my mind is like gambling between two worlds. sometimes it’s like a crime scene, it lies ahead of the rope of do not-cross but my feet don’t tremble enough to make a jump…

theory of my insides

The glass fell from my hand and I found myself zoning out in the kitchen, did I wake you up? I couldn’t sleep, glued my eyelids but I couldn’t sleep. Was the room dark or was I just inside some pitch black infinite wrecked space? Feebly sat on the chair we last made love on…

letters to myself

When I decided to start writing here, I didn’t know if it was out of reclusive venting or there were no pages left in my journals. It was like a child’s cry for help except I’m weeping out in void. My drafts folder screams with half written poems and unpublished pieces. Sudden departure of a…

Smoke and Sunsets.

I’ve grown quite fond of this pond behind my grandpa’s house. Surrounded by a grove of giant trees that stretch out on bare sky accompanied by a fleet of geese flying in a V-shaped formation giving out a clear picturesque. Everything that a quite place needs to be. I lie down on the greener side…

Unjust City

7:00 AM, half an hour before destination. My mother called, “Get up, you’re about to reach.” Every time I get down at the station here, see faces of people, some returning from a happy trip and some leaving for one with heavy baggage in their hands and I only carried the bag of pain. The…

A Late Night Downpour

Gave my heart in your handyou let it slip like sulky sandcrushed it like a wasted paperyou didn’t do me any favour I was awake all nightthinking you’d callhow fool one can beit wasn’t me who you loved after all Always thought you’ll be the onewalking with me to the marketalways thought you’d take kidsto…

Emptiness is Heavy

i long to slip through the cracks of your hands so you can catch me with razor blades in disguise of your pretty eyes. cut me open and pick out the pretty parts leave the ugly to me for being  yours is the only thing i long to be. cut me open and devour all…

Grit & Grace

“how are you doing?” my inner self asks; Raising her head in esteem Mocking the agony of grief The same, I was 7 years ago Scars and scrapes glitched On broken hopes what possibly can change? Society, people or Our very own acquaintances Still bound in the wheelchair Of confirmation bias Criticizing my decision But…

Oblivion.

it was a chilly night we laid down on dewed grass stargazing, afflicted you looked up i looked at you both stargazing, afflicted stars were burning so your eyes twice as bright you grabbed my hand and held it tight after a long time felt you were mine you sang a lullaby i closed my…

Show Me Better Days

Tears fall by as she swears These anxiety, chaos and treachery She couldn’t bear the strength she had Were lost in the battle To understand what she knows And what she feels Thoughts run by her veins With every drop of rains Whether she could have One who can stand by her no matter what…