poetry

She

She

You don’t let her grow. But she, she is a cosmos. A wildflower- a universe. She is, a woman and blooms through all your storms. You try to pluck her out with your words, and jab her roots with your manliness, but she leaves a […]

Written On Your Door

Written On Your Door

it was there on your door, the first time i stepped in. it still is there, written in bold— ‘The sadness will last forever.’ but love, this sadness is a mere distraction. it pulls me towards you, all your worries. and your godly beautiful forgets […]

promise

promise

i’d hold you tight like i hold tears in my eyes. i won’t let you go. never. i promise. but my love be not like these tears. and do not slip away.

her half asleep talks

her half asleep talks

her half asleep talks last beyond the life of this burning candle. she melts into sleep. first her eyes and then her voice . just like a candle melting into wax. and she. much like the candle brightens both. my heart and this night.

unread

unread

in my country. there’s so much that we leave unsaid. and say in between the lines. but. will you ever be able to read. f r e e d o m as peace. is the question.

escape

escape

why? why do my nights carry a burden why cannot my eyes see any color i knock on its door daily. ‘there aren’t answers for all the why’s.’ it says. on some-days. and shuts the door. other days. it calls me in. ‘make yourself at […]

home

home

home is not where the heart is. because i’ve carried it all along with me in dark pockets. and homes are not dark places. home rather is no place but just a feeling. a feeling that comes when all other feelings leave. and you’re free […]

why i write.

why i write.

and why do you write?  

what paradise?

what paradise?

this  w h i t e, is snow, no more, it is my shroud. i wait and wait and  w a i t. springs don’t arrive nor does  l i f e. but the fallen do death does. death, death, and just  d e a […]

empty wars of midnight

empty wars of midnight

mid of the night is the time of rebellion. we put a war with things infront. and walk away tirelessly. with abstracts and memories. we clutch fingers with past. with chaos. and all our failures. and never look for the ray that’d take us out […]