As I sit here, the waves touching my feet, a kiss on the skin, then a retreat; Looking at the orange canvas I recall how my mother always told me not to click sunsets, whenever I showed her a sunset picture, she would go on and on about how she always believed and felt often […]
Tag: spoken words
the park bench
She was in the park by seven anxiously waiting, hoping he would come early today, looking at the corner bench – their usual seat worried, would it be easy to leave all this behind and run away to a faraway world away from the memories that clawed to her heart, run away to somewhere they […]
Her hallucinations
A vision, in the swirls of smoke, A fantasy, of the freedom she longed, from saucers, pans and tightened hair-strands, A paradise, hidden beyond clutches of patriarchy.
Winter
It’s a cold winter morning. On the porch, there she sits silently all wrapped up in woolens, her breath steaming up as it comes out of her mouth the cold around her seems to be warmer, warmer than her cold heart – a heart laced in ice at least the ice keeps glued together the […]
This new year I resolve
This new year I resolve to not wait for a new year when wanting to start something that I wanna do because that’s just me procrastinating again! not wait for a new year to start living a healthy life or have a healthy diet to finish the tasks once initiated to close chapters that have […]
An ode to courage
There are times in life when you feel aloneloosing even your shadow to the darkthe winds of life shake your foundationswaying you in all directions unsure, which gust might take you downunsure, of the direction in which might your grave openand assimilate all that’s left;You question all you believed in till nowyour rock shakes, your […]
a stream
Life is but a stream -excited and anxious, of the good and bad waiting to happen, of the adventures and experiences of the lessons and blessings of opportunities, sliding downhill -some it dissolved, made its own and those that it had to leave behind like stones on its bank; Life is but a stream -unaware […]
इस बार कुछ यूँ आना
इस बार कुछ यूँ आना के ढलती शाम देख कर जाने की ज़िद ना करनी पड़े, बस एक इंतजार हो अगली सुबह की चाय की चुस्की का इस बार कुछ यूँ आना के घड़ी में गुजरते वक़्त को देख कर दिल घबराए नहीं, बल्कि एक एहसास हो इन ओझल होते पलों के साथ सब गलतफहमियों के धुआं […]
first love
Can you ever come out of the dreams and hopes of that first love? can the scars of that first love heal? even when the splinters of a shattered heart – tear you apart limb by limb, piece by piece, like nails dug in deep inside your flesh ripping away whatever little is left; ripping […]
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