It rained flowers that evening, filling our lungs with fragrance. Roads covered in colours like dreamland. Trees looked like cotton candy and grass tickled my feet. Oh this was the path I’ve always dreamt of, somewhere new, a place filled with love and hope. I fucking despise flowers And I’m glad dreams don’t come true.
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?
All I have are my dreams. What they are and where they come from? I know not, brother. They’re as lost as I am. I dream of everything, I dream of nothing; Everything is nothing and nothing becomes everything.
The shattered skies of my mind bleed rainbows. I follow the ghastly cries of the voices lost; finding solace in melancholy, searching for a remedy to cure my malady. Masked by colours of the rain, the world covers its Grays, every face, a masquerade. I’m blind to the hues now, searching for shadows that once … Continue reading Dreamland.
And in the night when you hear their voices They slip you into slumber You won’t want to wake up Again
I looked up to the sky and hoped for nothing. What could it even offer? I wanted the world That’s already been sold. They say it is cold But then, you sell your soul To faith, to work, to life and oh! Love! Kisses, never moist, eyes, always closed; Words so deep, voices shallow. Freedom … Continue reading Hopes.
I thought I had wings and dreamt of flight, only to realise they were hands. Could barely crawl, yet life had me running after people and things. Everything was quiet and it was too late before I found my voice. I searched for myself through the eyes of people and ways of the world; now … Continue reading Voids.
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.
Little did I know; The monster under my bed Was trying to save me From the monsters I brought home from wherever I went.
Somewhere between hickeys and scars, You wandered off And I let you go.
Our nights Kill my dreams; Our days Give me nightmares; Our life Would be my death. And I love it.
What good are dreams when they don't feel alive? What good is life when it's devoid of dreams? What good is the world when it doesn't give what you need? What good are you when you can't find what you seek?
She wove the wool like braids for her hair; she tied it to my hand, couldn't help but stare. Her breath smelt like fresh mints, the one people chew after they smoke. She tied it so hard, it reminded me of all the times I was constipated. Is this real? Or is this all inside … Continue reading Good morning.
Sleepless nights never bothered me Neither did wraiths It's you, babe, The graveyard of our love And the nightmares.
Women are like cars; The farther I chase, The faster they go. Love is like the stars; The longer the night, The more hope I had. I am a clear sky, Neither stars Nor cars.
Her eyes rained tears; As her dreams bled to death.
A fire burns From under my skin Look into my eyes, baby You ready to sin? Sweaty pores, naughty chores Lights so dim We get to work now Let's sing Give wings to my dreams Add silence to my screams And tears to my eyes Don't stop whispering Now nose to nose Ears to teeth … Continue reading Noises.
"Here lies the man broken by His dreams" Said the stone as I passed by He lived with the world, Now he sleeps alone No dried flowers on his side And nobody to mourn What do you live by? I think as I smoke A warmth fills my heart And I escape the cold With … Continue reading Here.
Chained by life, Freed by dreams This isn't what I wrote But a silent scream Scarred is this paper So are my beliefs
Why do you keep me up In my dreams? How do you make me dream When I'm wide awake? What have you done? I see you everywhere. Sorceress.
In a land far away Where the elephants fly Where infants laugh and grown men cry Air runs beneath, Waters sky high, Trees run around, the animals hide Dark is the sun, moon shines bright People love without disguise And no one parts without goodbyes Rain goes up, clouds drift by Stars light the morning, … Continue reading The Unpleasant Paradise
Follow your passion. Said no middle class Indian parent ever.
I hate to break it to you Money is the only thing that's true You probably have no clue That I love you too Let's part our ways, Erase it without a trace This is simply out of place Don't make me leave in disgrace There's one thing you should know; Move on, Don't go … Continue reading That’s what I heard
Distant noises and chatter keep intruding into my thoughts as I drive past random people. I don't realise the speed, I don't pay attention to the road. It's just my thoughts and me but somehow I reach my destination safely as if my subconscious has turned the autopilot on. Being alone isn't something that I … Continue reading A boring point