‘Tis an unfair world, what do you know? Even broken hearts crave perfect melodies.
The walls have nothing to hide. They don’t have anything to show either. I can’t see my hands but I know I’m looking at them. It’s warm in here, unlike the coldness they often attribute it to. Sweat wets my clothes and I lay there motionless on the ground. What’s there to look for here? … Continue reading
To all those women who call men “brother” so that they don’t hit on them: Happy Raksha Bandhan !!! (Meh) And to everyone else: Well, happy Raksha Bandhan. What else do you expect? People who don’t know what Raksha Bandhan is, feel free to google it yourself.
They tell tales. Tales become songs, Songs hide stories. Stories become myths, Myths morph into lies. Lies are believed to be the truth and Truth is becomes a tale. I don’t give a flying fuck.
The past is filled with stories and the future, fantasies. This is now. Neither do I have a story nor a fantasy. The photograph I hold is dear to me; in it, I see a happy man. A possible story. A certain fantasy. How the tables have turned. I look at it and whisper “I … Continue reading Looking back
Leaves fell as I walked in the garden of hope; it’s not just me that wandered this morning, after those bees, butterflies and dogs that went around. Cozy was the place like the world had a warm sweater on. Took a moment, said goodbye to the cold. I see a passerby smile, people waving hands … Continue reading Company.
Life to me is a boat that’s leaking; It’s always been that way. You sail into the waters and float until you drown. The water is all you got, the water is what keeps you afloat and the water is what drowns you. Destination is not where you reach; it is where you stop.
I believe in magic. I never noticed my shoes were torn unless someone pointed out at school. It’s amazing how well black shoes went with white uniforms on drill days; until I was separated from the crowd. “If you want to make something invisible, stop looking at it” I’d say to myself. Magic is an … Continue reading Diversion.
Sex was primarily a survival and defence mechanism. A pleasure that is pain, romanticised. Copulation was a tool to reproduce without which a species would perish. Somehow we got it under our control; we tracked and understood cycles. Sex was a necessity. Today, it has turned into a need. Human mind and consciousness attached emotions … Continue reading Just a thought.
The great grief floods my insides; I drown, suffocate, lose my breath and now I know; I’m alive.
It saddens me.You were here looking at me, smiling; I open my eyes to darkness that surrounds me. The same darkness brings you back again when I close my eyes and I’m beguiled. Dreams are prisons and memories are torments; yet we surrender. Wilfully. The only answer I can give to any question that has … Continue reading To my muse.
I’m a bottle in the ocean,Drifting afarUntil I sink; I’m a message that’s lost,In translation, on a paper that’s washed. I’m a voiceThat’s trapped inside a conch shell;Quiet yet present. I’m a destination without a pathAnd path without a direction. You see me but you don’t;You can touch me but you can’t;I am but I’m … Continue reading I
Sketch by Aswathy I sit by the window and look at the night sky; a million stars are scattered across but I knew it is true; the one that shone bright, yeah, that’s you. Up there beyond my reach, tell me, how is the sky treating you? Would you listen to me? Can I shed … Continue reading A star above.
It’s conflicting, this life. We were told that suffering was inevitable but nobody said happiness is temporary. Why’s there pain in accomplishments and pleasure in trivialities? Why are we taught the opposite? Do we realise that all of those are momentary? Why’s there an end? Why does anything have to begin at all? Why’s there … Continue reading Uhm…
From the rightmost corner of the bottom on the edge, emerged the pungent grey smoke. A pale blue flame engulfs the photograph. There’s oxygen in the air, disgust on my mind and pain in this life. It burns. Like the photograph. I set my cigarette on fire. It burns through my lungs as I take … Continue reading Letting go
Television is dangerous. The other day I was surfing through the channels and a romantic scene was on, two people, passionately kissing each other and the camera zoomed into their lips. I don’t really imagine myself in that guy’s place but say that to my dad giving me awkward stare from across the room. “Dude! … Continue reading Let’s talk
I still remember sitting alone on the staircase talking to myself. Sometimes I wonder, is it just me? Or do people go through this phase of not being able to make any friends? Man, I really miss that staircase. He sat with me, my friend; the one I couldn’t see but talk to, the one … Continue reading And my mind rambles on.
I painted my bike blue, jumped out in bright yellow shoes and rode straight to you. Hop on, you know where I’m lured, those mountains are calling, I promise, it’s an enchanting view. The sky is changing hues, sun makes way to the moon, wanna know the truth? I am in love with you. Of … Continue reading Love rhyme.
Doodle by her majesty Shreya. They say art stems from suffering, suffering gives life a meaning and They suffered the pain of their illusions; I paint my skin with the eternal pain of life itself.
She stands behind the curtain, always concealed; It takes her shape where she stands, only revealing her feet. I ask her questions, she answers me; the other times, she barely speaks. Is she naked? Is she scarred? The secrets are openly buried. Not one step forward, not one behind, she’s in the shadows, scarily quiet. … Continue reading Secrets.
It’s cold. The blanket doesn’t do its job, I shiver a bit but I’m okay. What time is it? What does it matter? The walls that surround me have stories of their own, they listen to people. It’s good that they don’t speak, imagine the horrors we’d face if they did. Silence is serene. So … Continue reading
Hey babe! It's about time, Gonna say it now; Why don't you shut the fuck up, Stop calling it love?
"Your forgot to turn the lights off," you'd scream, making it a big deal. But checking it twice, isn't a big deal either. So, I made sure all the switches are off, grabbed my keys and locked the door. I played your favourite song in the car. I love it but I won't admit it. … Continue reading Hellos and byes – collab post.
It’s dark. Pitch black. Looking around, I see darkness moving within itself. I don’t hear a thing. There’s thunder and lightning but I don’t hear a thing. I’m just not paying attention so I don’t hear shit. When you spend enough time in the quiet, you’ll notice the silence speaks. It has a voice of … Continue reading Black.
In this garden I walk; where the birds sing, fragrant flowers blossom and gargantuan trees dance in perfect synchrony. And butterflies added to the symphony. The birds were crows and I hate crows that sing; Floral fragrances are suffocating. I then realise, to feel butterflies in my stomach, I don’t have to swallow them.
Oh! How they float, those aimless souls Those thick black clouds, steady and slow. Lost; too far yet so close.
Bob was a regular fish who swam with his shoal. He enjoyed floating with lighter current and was also popular for going against the tide. It was a regular day for regular bob, shoaling and chewing on his food. The moon’s position wasn’t in their favour that night, the tides were high. When the directions … Continue reading Bob.
I admit I lie but let me tell you now, I’ve decided not to anymore but when I’m down and low, can I pretend to be okay? Will you stop asking questions? Will you just sit with me, in the quiet? The smile on my face might be fake but right now, it’s as real … Continue reading Companion.
“The stars shine for us”, we’ve been told, “there’s someone watching over”, and we’re sold. Then we grow up, realise these lies are centuries old. They say there’s an eternal fire burning within, is it the same fire that burns through your soul? Why is it too late by the time we realise hopes are … Continue reading
Over the tear lean my lips pressing against your moist cheeks. I’ll take the salt in, ruffle your hair and pull back; it’ll leave you smiling. Maybe I’ll bump my forehead into yours, maybe I’ll play with your fingers, just maybe, I might hug you till you snore. Look at me, darling, look and me … Continue reading This time.