Ours is a story written in the sands, gone with the wind and love, washed away by waves of suspicion. Whatever was left of the memories burned in altars of our minds and here we stand hanging on to fallacies. I’ve been there before, to that heartbreak shore, wetting my feet in the tides of … Continue reading Lost story
They keep telling me that I’m getting myself into shit, that I don’t know what can go wrong. Isn’t that what it’s all about though? I have to hurt myself to know pain, exposure builds immunity. I know I can be wrong, I know I can get hurt but damage is better than ignorance, don’t … Continue reading I’m foolish.
I hear crickets, I hear croaking frogs and see cattle graze around. A highway far away catches my eye, it looks like a pathway into the skies. It’s all white and blue up there, uniformity; something uncommon. I notice a group of monkeys walk past me like I didn’t even exist. My ears are whizzing … Continue reading I hear you.
The inkling in my handSeeks refuge,Urging me to jot it down,A revolt rages within. My soul tries to breaks the walls of the dungeon,It craves to be let out;The pen is a prison,Paper is the land far away.Letting go would mean pain,There is no liberty without a price;Writing is evil,Something that I need to survive. … Continue reading A writer’s whisper – collab
I walked with my eyes closed to know how far I’d go without bumping into whatever came my way. I could smell the rain, it’s about to take the leap of faith but the clouds looked too adamant, I saw them before I closed my eyes. The first step was cautious, second a little loose; … Continue reading Believe
We graduate, find a job and work for someone who is chasing their dreams. Why the hell are we dreaming of a job? Why can’t we a life instead? Don’t lecture me about young entrepreneurs and how they employ people and pay taxes but tell me this, why are the roads ALWAYS so terrible? Everything … Continue reading Slave.
I’ve had answers; plenty of them. “What do you want to be?” They asked me. I’ve had answers, man. Didn’t even think twice, “I’ll be the king of the world” and it’d sound right. Things changed. I had answers, no reasons yet happy; now there reasons and no answers. Am I happy? I wish I … Continue reading Changes.
You speak of beauty in imperfections, say the moon has got spots on him; those are craters, nimwit, dents that don’t receive sunlight. I look at the depth hiding in darkness, you search for vandalised surface. Beauty lies not in imperfections but perceptions. The more damage we take, the more depth we have; flaunt your … Continue reading Beauty
Doodle by Shreya Joshi Those who dream of flying with their wings tied are either delusional or rebellious. But tell me this, o wise creature, Why do you call yourself lost when you don’t know where you belong?
The clouds I’ve been staring at this afternoon, all I could catch is a glimpse. Sometimes I look at the clouds and wonder, are they as lost as I am? My thoughts drift across the sky with the clouds up high. Then I realise even losing yourself comes at a price.
My eye is on fire; there’s soap in it. I run into the wall trying to get that bristle stuck in between my teeth. I should change my brush. My toe hurts, I hit it against the bucket. What a morning, eh!? The door hits my knee as I open it and I slip while … Continue reading Good morning.
We don’t need a saviour. Our failures are pointed at, flaws glorified and suffering, exaggerated. We live in a world where illusions are personalised experiences. Maybe we need someone who can take the fall; fall for our sins.
From torn sketches to lost books, it has been a tedious ride. I remember the wind in my hair and sunlight on my face as I rode my bicycle to school and the tears that ran down my cheeks because of broken things. I’ve travelled miles of years from dusk till dawn, bound to people … Continue reading Rumination
Take me there, to the top of the mountain; with skies above and clouds below. Let me lose my breath trying to make my way, I know I’m not here to stay but this keeps me sane. How far is it, the truth? How deep is the ocean of lies? Do I walk or drown? … Continue reading High and low
It blows and blows and tries and goes. I’m here, I always am; lifeless like a stone. I pity neither the wind nor whatever cries within.
Why are we born? I know how but not why and I know sometimes how is why. Birth can’t be asked for and death shouldn’t be, we’re anomalies.
I am a biological sculpture drenched in sensory activities, capable of exhibiting emotions. My mind hides words and my talks become stories. I live a life of metaphors and ironies; change faces, cover my skin and masquerade. What I tread becomes my path, where I stand is my land; What I breathe is what I … Continue reading I am.
Mayonnaise drips from the bite and slides down my chin. Something is wrong but first lemme swallow this; I sniff the shawarma and it smells a little better than shit. “Did this chicken die last year? Why does it smell like a rotten carcass? And taste like one?” I never ate a rotten carcass before, … Continue reading Food and hopes and shit
Thinking is hard: It’s like I can’t think when I try to think because my thinking fails to realise even trying to think is also thinking. What do I think about ? That mirror that makes me look at myself even if I don’t want to ? Or that tap that keeps leaking no matter … Continue reading I think, I don’t.
I try to make a joke but often times I end up laughing at myself. Well at least what happens to me is funny even though I’m not. Joke’s on me, Eh?
As much as I’d love to believe the sun shines for us and the moon personifies beauty, I know we’re deluded. A star that burns and a chunk of rock that steals light can’t inspire. Romanticism, that’s what literature has become. What is life but a celebration of perpetual vanity?
“It’s gonna be okay” I tell myself as I get dressed; almost ready for work. There’s breakfast on the table; not my favourite but it has to be eaten. Breakfast is the least complex thing to start with in the morning but it somehow stirs discomfort in my half empty stomach. Every step I take … Continue reading Routine.
Oh fuck! I’m gonna be late; I hate being late. Threw the blanket aside, sprang from my bed and ran into the bathroom to grab my brush. Brushing is such a chore! All that spit and rinse and gargle... ugh! Somebody switch the water heater on! I’m fucking late! Why didn’t anybody wake me up?! … Continue reading Good morning.
It can fly, yes; The caterpillar has turned into a butterfly, great! But no matter how much you try, an insect will always be an insect, not a bird and a human cannot fly. Fuck the metaphors. Metamorphosis, my ass.
She sat facing the window. The door’s locked tight, so were windows; Light barely crept in. Her body grew defiant and feeble with each passing day; decay has set in. She waited for rain.
Tisha and I wanted to write on “scars” but I was clueless as ever. This is what I finally came up with: Underneath my skin are tissues and blood; they know your touch. My senses have recognised you long before you laid your hands on me; like on a quest for holy grail, you searched … Continue reading Scars – collaboration
A spark of emptiness instigates fire in the forest. I feel the heat on my skin; there are voices, screaming and crying but nobody to be seen. I see footprints in the ashes and my trail, covered in flames. I move on. Following a highway on which I now walk naked, overexposed and shamed; Oh, … Continue reading Lost Hope
We’re stories. You, me, him, her; we all are and the best part is not knowing what’s true. So tell me, who are you?
Rashmiiiiii I'm standing in your sunshine! I've done countless Sunshine blogger award posts and trust me, none of them could drive the darkness away. I thought I'd take a break from these but here I am, for the second time; only because you asked me to. Now don't punish me, I’m submitting the homework on … Continue reading The sunshine of the blog’s award of the WordPress.