Stardust

Of course we’re all stars. We’re close from afar but there’s distance as you move closer; there’s heat radiating from all the emotional fusion and fission and we know we’ll break one day or another; imploding, creating a black hole. Everything falls apart. No light shall escape.

Lost story

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…

Bob.

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…

Distance.

He sipped tea from the disposable paper cup, under a tree, enjoying the drizzle and petrichor. She stirred the mocha, her eyes, aimless. He put on weight; the tee shirt has gotten a little tight and life, hopeless as ever. She burst out laughing as her friends approached her, teasing her about the boy who…

Hidden love.

At my desk on the edge of twilight, I searched for words to write for you. Something resplendent like they were forged in dying stars, warping our realities, those words. Where have they gone? Nevertheless, I grasp a few, piece them together for you; my thoughts, my love and my time, my love. Under the…

You.

There are things that can’t be expressed in words; calling it love would be insulting to what I have for you, like searching for a pirate ship in shallow waters. There are things that can’t ever be mine. Be it words or you.

I’m done chasing the ghosts of our past,I wish it were a reality,But we both knew it wouldn't last. You broke my wings,I hid my plight,But I never hinderedYour will to fly; There’s no way your words will lead meBack into that path,I set you free, then,For if we're meant to be, we shall meet…

Will you?

Would you write to me, love When we're far apart? Would your love still be love Even in times of war? Would you walk with me, Smiling, from scar to scar? Does your pen still bleed? What does your paper need? To tell my story, to show us fall Remember those times, Wall to wall?…