This one is for my fellow dreamers, readers, dark academics, and lovers of love. (Recommended: put some classical music on, get yourself a cup of tea and enjoy! Wistfully looking out of a window will round out the effect perfectly.) Have you ever asked yourself questions you didn’t have answers to? Why does every single one of us chase love?…
One asks, what is the language of silence ? One says its the mother tongue What do I say when my mother tongues are more than one? A chaos in silence One asks what is the language of thoughts ? One says its the mother tongue I say, to give thoughts a language is to constrict them I don’t know…
I can hear my heart thumping. The cage around it might just break with the strength of its palpitations. My hands are ice cold. I blow a puff of my shaky breath into them trying to warm them up. Yet they just tremble in response. My head is in a frenzy, I hadn’t paid attention to what my friends were saying…
There is a green cardigan, buried deep under my bed Not the green of leaves, or green of eyes But the green of lollipops meets the green of vintage hardbacks It is buried with blankets, and old clothes that no longer fit, and my parents’ marriage photo album. The cardigan smells of mothballs, and lonely winters, and ecstatic sweat Motorbike…
I dream of days with you Days filled with wandering into unseen, dreamy places Discovering new crevices in each other’s hearts Looking at the nightlights whilst listening to the crescendo of waves Crashing into the rocks Cliched, I know But then, so is love. I dream of these cityscapes Of spending nights strolling with you Talking about life, old tales,…
Isn’t it funny How every minute a person dies And somewhere someone crumbles, Succumbing to the grief, And yet million others probably had The greatest day of their lives. Isn’t it funny How cruel words roll right off our tongues and into the abyss of insecurity Acting as a dagger to another’s Already crippling self esteem. Isn’t it funny How we…
Dull yellow buildings, musty air Smell of sweat, stenching dreams Sleepless nights, ochre mornings Windows collapsing on each other Like bodies in a metro Shirts sticking, eyes aching What are they searching for ? I can’t fathom whether they are happy or sad Or just surviving Long rides on hurrying roads Smell of smoke brings you home I count…
Ever so gently, the starlightFrom amidst the clouds has befallen,Upon my skin, blazingSeeped into my blood, forgottenAnd it led me to the tranquil layersOf miseries long forgotten,Thought beautiful by those of usWho by the pain had grown rottenAnd in those very layersI found fragments of my identity,Like a mosaic built by GodHidden rather carefullyAnd in finding myselfI lost my sanityBut…
Dear Love, Everyone admires you. They yearn for you in the waking hours when they can barely remember their own names. They long for your warmth in the nights they sleep alone, tossing in the layers of cloth with body tired and mind restless. They seek your comfort when tears threaten to leave their eyes and crave your embrace when…
I put a flower behind your ear Its loveliness grew too much- The setting fog this winter Is more beautiful than last year’s fall The coldness of some flowers is much endearing than warmth The Asters I once slid behind those curls have withered I see now, the Snowdrops But I have no ears- But the sun shone like flower’s…