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.
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 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 […]
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 […]
i know. i shall be remembered said one of my failure silently. to another. and. i stood there watching. saw my struggles break down one by one. my life used to be balanced. i used to win. i used to fail. but now i cannot […]
the night arrives the same but time travels with hollow arms making too much of noise. or is it just my loneliness? moon slips out of its veil like sand from the hourglass. shines bright. turning my yellow into green. or have i lost all […]