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.
The great grief floods my insides; I drown, suffocate, lose my breath and now I know; I’m alive.
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.
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.
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.
"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.
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.
Would you take a life if I asked you to? Don’t worry, don’t do it for free; make sure it’s painless, if you can’t, let it be quick and clean. Does it take long? Talk; spend some time with me. I’ll tell you stories of life, death and everything in between. Tell me. Would you … Continue reading Favour
ज़िन्दगी एक जगह टिकी कहां रहती?खोए हुए रास्तों में खोई हुई मिलती है। This is what happens when Shreya triggers the philosopher in me. And Chandni! What would I do without you?? Thank you for typing it in Hindi for me. 🥺 Anushka said “add two more lines”, easier said than done, Y’know?? For those … Continue reading Life in Hindi 😛
I wish I could draw the stars, paint the moon and add colours to the night. But I find magic in words, not the world. I can only imagine. I can only write. I sing of obscurities, I dance to absurdities and dream of certainties. Where is fantasy? Why has it eluded me? Maybe I’m … Continue reading State of decay.
I set my gaze upon the lake reflecting the sunlight; a gentle breeze flew by taking the tears from my moist eyes. That was the moment I realised I cried And I don’t want to know why.
I was dreaming looking out the window, eyes wide open. I struggled to sleep lying in my bed, eyes closed, demons wide awake. I searched for answers without asking a question; whatever questioned faded without an answer. I live my life, dead inside; Would being dead keep me alive? Is there a cure to this … Continue reading I ponder.
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.
Don’t ask me what is wrong,Don’t tell me what is right;Don’t say there will be lightAt the end of the night. Don’t expect me to be strong,Stop looking for a fight;Within me liesA never ending fright. There are blacks,There is white,The Grays you don’t noticeIs what we call life;You give me your timeAnd you will … Continue reading Listen.
Just another day for me in the shower. In the right hand corner is the wall where he lived, living his life, his way. The web was expansive and strong with carcasses of dead insects spread along the corners. A mosquito casually flew right into it, that curious little twat. He came out casually as … Continue reading Indifference.
A diamond in the rough, she grabbed me by the scruff; said “Shut up and move, you played enough” Past the streets, through the subways where we first met We dashed forward, this romance will be tough She said there’s music, she said we’d dance Oh poor darling, I’m tone deaf. Do you like my … Continue reading Her.
Everything has an end. Your favourite music, the book that got you hooked, delicious food, heck! Even life itself. What do we do when we hear of someone’s death? Offer condolences? What good are condolences for? They’re just momentary, fleeting sympathies forgotten with time. The best thing we can do for the dead is to … Continue reading My condolences.
Oh it was a nice evening, perfect for a stroll. There were trees on either sides, like cliched philosophical and metaphorical representations. That little girl is walking with a balloon, looking at the clouds slowly scattering away, smiling. She was smiling, okay? Not the clouds. Not the clouds. Did I tell you that the balloon … Continue reading Story?
I wish I could die; I wish I had the will To live But neither seem possible So I dream.
Would you be my compatriot? We shall sing, we shall dance, we shall talk; turn our faces in disquiet. There’s music, there are drinks, there are people we shall meet; there are sorrows, there is pain, tiny moments of joy taking our breath away. I can wipe your tears, you can dry my eyes; we’ll … Continue reading Stay with me.
Oh you don’t have to remember my name nor come, pay respects to my decaying mane; Don’t bother, memories shall fade; don’t cry, tears only come in vain; What I am is what shall remain, what I was is a disappearing stain. Life goes on, death lives on.
The bird sang yesterday; Ah! How it reminded me of Art and Free will. The bird sang today In the jaws of the cat, it squealed.
Mario always fascinated me. As you play through the stages one after another, you’ll notice a repetition; certain stages reappear with little changes and a few new characters that hurl their shit at us. Then there’s a fire breathing demon spitting fireballs out of its mouth, one hit and we’re toast. You beat your ass … Continue reading Routine.
Oh! Those insects around the streetlight, ever so busy. The buzzing sound of bugs and annoying songs of crickets turned up the night orchestra. Sky seemed to be in peace, neither clouds nor stars. Moon hid behind me and there I was, staring at the streetlight. There’s something that separates us from other species, it’s … Continue reading …..
I raised my hand at the sky and closed my fist, pretending to catch the stars. Foolish as it my sound, a weird sense of beatitude crept into my soul, lighting up my insides. A peculiar warmth emboldens the adolescent heart caged inside my dejected adulthood. The unscrupulous skies have a magical way of inspiring … Continue reading I get by.
You tell me I don’t see it But trust me when I tell you, I see light in everyone; each in their own wavelength. The world is brimming with brightness and hope, sometimes a little too much. You’re so blinded by the lights that you need a little darkness to dim your sight; to see … Continue reading Light.
It’s raining and the roads are flooded with traffic, cars going bumper to bumper. There’s a dog trying to get to the other side; the light is sometimes green and sometimes red. He ran across. He goes haywire, he’s blinded by lights and reflections in the water. Within a blink, he’s in the middle of … Continue reading Run, dog! Run!
I’m thinking of the blues as flowers grow out of the bruise; the rusty old chair sings songs of you. Eyes have shrunk, tears have dried, wrinkles on my skin have stories that hide. Life was bittersweet, people fell like teeth; I wash my hands with a few good deeds; you know, to live is … Continue reading Come on in.