Shamble – collaboration

It’s real, it’s right yet unusual . Do I say it? Or just watch us moving apart? The dream that I want to chase, I let it pass me by, within the blink of an eye. Who decides fate? Sometimes it's best to let things be, hoping to escape misery. But sometimes I wonder; What…

Uhh..that’s it.

I wish I could make you my world, believe your existence gives meaning to existence itself but for what? As foolish as it sounds, this search for meaning and purpose of existence are fickle and minuscule compared to the grandeur of life we miss out on, blinded by dreams and ambitions fabricated by a social…

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.

Leave.

I should’ve been there. I know. It should’ve been my T shirt, not your pillow that soaks up your tears; should’ve been my ears not the walls that hear. The pavement that I sit on isn’t cozy, Y’know.. my face rests in my palms, I’m restless. The stillness of this moment has me perturbed. I…

Tears

Cowards cry in rain, they’re afraid of pain. What is sorrow that’s not felt when tears crawl down your eyes like razors cutting through skin? I’m not afraid; to face, to embrace, to fade. Again. I refuse to comply to their subjective morals, those flawed beliefs and pointless faith with a distorted sense of self…

I’m fine!

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.

Sensation

A tingling sensation crawls down my back; the kisses my skin now misses. The wind hugs me from behind, can’t get your hands off of my mind and I still feel like our fingers are intertwined. I’m not scared of mornings anymore, every day gets me a little closer to you. Now I know, it…

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…

Rumination

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…

Lost things.

It’s been so long. The drawer squeaks when it pull it out. That’s where your letters are, hidden away from the malice of this demented world. The innocence those words carry, the world these letters hide and a life that has been washed away in tears over the years render me motionless and numb. My…

To my muse.

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…

Letting go

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…

Love rhyme.

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…

Secrets.

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.…

Happiness.

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.

Love, o love. Love!

“And when you notice the serendipities when you’re in love....” she added and I was like “serendi what??” Okay why do you have to use fancy words when you’re in love? Doesn’t “I’m happy” suffice?? I’m not a native English speaker and my vocabulary is abysmal. So, I was talking to someone I know about…

Life in Hindi 😛

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…

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…

And I’m grinning.

All my life, I’ve had a dream; Consistent and persistent, worth every scream. It was to play a guitar, however possible it may seem, I neither could buy nor have I had the means; To Play a tune for you, I promised and I tried, Trust me; Know that it hurts to see you leave.…

Her.

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…

Getting over someone. (Collab)

So my sister from WordPress Nabeela has some ideas for getting over a heartbreak. Yeah, that wretched thing that keeps fucking breaking itself over and over again over people and trivial shit. Here’s her part: When a person think about to finish the relationship with another person, It is Breakup.... If they both are married,…

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…