You don't know how to say goodbye but it’s there, in your gut; it never lies. The full weight of unspoken goodbyes hits you you like a mysterious, untraceable absence; an emptiness that theorizes fullness, a blackness that balances a world full of colour. Sometimes I wish I knew, sometimes I hope I don’t and … Continue reading Things unsaid – collab
There’s something wrong in the metaphors and truth in ironies. We need one to make us happy, another to take it away.
They lined them up against the wall, the truth is out and now they fall. All of those bullets, all of those brains, could make the man a corpse with little to care. But the word was out before their blood; the crowd ran out, the anger! The flood! Life goes faster than the truth … Continue reading Im just scribbling
Since when did writing get so easy? I asked myself for days, penning down thoughts, explicitly expressing the inexpressible. Days under the roof and nights under the stars were barely enough to scratch the surface of my mind; the depths remain unexplored and emotions, uncanny. I admit, I was crazy enough to talk to walls, … Continue reading I walk alone.
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
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.
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
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.
Yes I see them. Those clouds floating away abandoning my skies, making way to sunlight. The rains have gone and the days shall now be long; air carries the season’s warmth. I miss the cold, that chill down my spine; I shed the skin that I once called mine. A strange feeling of comfort creeps … Continue reading
Everything is blurry. My head hurts, My back hurts, My ass hurts. I stretch my hands and legs, groan a little and turn left. The phone light is blinding. “Happy anniversary” the notification read. “What the flightless fuck!! I have nothing to do with this” I say and grab my phone. It’s from WordPress. It’s … Continue reading Disbelief.
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, … Continue reading Getting over someone. (Collab)
There’s plenty of fish in the sea, so I heard. I flung the fishing rod into the air, hoping to catch some. Every time I whipped, the hook came back with nothing. Is it the bait? I switch it and try my luck again but everything goes in vain. I’m a poet, you see, It … Continue reading Blind fish.
Hey Patients! I’m having a tough time writing poetry and I wanted to do sumn different. I proposed a collaboration in which I ask a question about …Collab! (nothing too crazy, I swear) So finally! Finally!!! A collab with the one that’s always so aloof and elusive! I’m really glad you came up with this. … Continue reading Collab! (nothing too crazy, I swear)
The papers were white, embodying the light, reflecting minds; The thoughts were dark, like shadows lurking behind; Words were rainbow; in those colours hides our life.
I am a liar. A liar who seeks truth in a world of marionettes wired to societal archetypes. A masked crusader hiding behind his face, transcending masquerades. I am stubborn. A man vocal about his opinions, standing his ground against stereotypical perspectives and religious conservatism. I am a coward. Agitated by judgemental eyes and voices, … Continue reading I am.
Yet another liebster, guys! I’ve been nominated by Anushka this time. Tell me something girl, how’re you so positive in this modern world? Or do you need more? Is there somethin' else you're searchin' for? I’m fallin’. Your questions are so simple, they’re complicated to me. Let’s start, shall we?? 1.When and how did you … Continue reading Liebster award.
You know why I let you go, don’t you? It took me a hundred cups of coffee and a great deal of ink to finally realise; An aching head hurts more than an aching heart.
The skies are yellow The moon is pink I screamed out “hello” The stars just winked All their raised mouths Could hardly raise my brows I see this world Through holes in the walls. I run to places unknown, Wandering into destinations, unseen; These holes of my portals, Warp into dimensions. But the walls are … Continue reading Warped dream.
Stone pines. Tall, rich stone pines. Why now? Because they were passing by; no, actually she was passing by. Stone pines. On both sides of the road. What lay behind those? Grass and other trees of course but who cares? She could only see stone pines. They’re the only ones she could name. The rest … Continue reading Air.
Art is the language of the unspoken; art is the path to the lost; art is shelter to the homeless and wandering; art, is the voice to the mute. Art is what you think, art is what you can imagine, art is what you see, art is what you make and destroy. In every ticking … Continue reading
Do you see tears? Do you see blood? Do you sense fears? Do you smell death? Words are how I bleed, through these words I cry, In these Words I lie, long after I die.
You may die, I may perish; Memories fade and People forget to cry For you, for love; But we live, We stand tall; As long as I'm here, As long as I write; For until my time is done, Everyday is forever, Every minute, A lifetime.
Sunshine, sunshine, sunshine all around! This time, it's spread by Nabeela, my sister from somewhere I don't know. America, sis?? Well, thank you, ma'am, you put a smile on this sulky guy's face this morning. Let's jump straight to the Q&A, shall we?? First thing that comes to your mind when you think about christmas … Continue reading Sunshine!!
Me when I see my name in Nour's award post: Lemme thank her highness for nominating me when nobody gave two shits. Means a lot, girl. With award nominations come tricky questions and when it's Nour that's asking, you better brace yourself. Here we go!! Her questions: 1-deepest lyrics you’ve heard? In every loss, in … Continue reading My sunshine!
Through the narrow paths and lousy traffic, I raced my way to work. Amidst all that chaos and people giving wrong path indicators, music is my saving grace. The ride to work is always an adventure; rude people, potholes, broken roads, heavy traffic, people coming at you, taking the wrong side, man! It is one … Continue reading My worst enemy.
Better late than never, eh? This post is me expressing gratitude which is a rare sight since I'm a thankless twat. One fateful morning, in June 2015, I created a blog which can achieve nothing significant; something that would give me peace. Four years later, here it stands with a thousand followers, baffling my mind. … Continue reading Well, well, lookie here!
If life was a book And you were the lead I'm that guy you'd always love And readers love to hate
I'm drunk on your love. When I cry for you, My tears taste like whiskey.
We're on the same page, yes We might be in the same book But my lines are love Yours are regrets
Without you My love, words Are mere scars on paper