Monsoon blues

It rained this morning. It rained yesterday and the day before. I sat by the door peering out, distressed as my routine is at stake. For someone who’s bored by regimen, I’m desperately looking forward to something usual. The world seemed to be at a standstill except for the rain. My hands aren’t full but…

Variants

Summers have me hoping for rain, hell, even monsoons did. But that’s not the point. While I was busy hoping, a sudden surge of uneasiness crept in, distracting me from the moment. My heart holds volumes of past trials and trauma like the ash gray sky not willing to release. There are events beyond our…

Alright.

I’m riding in the sunlight and you wave at me as I pass you by. It’s a beautiful day, everything’s alright; I know this, looking at you smiling as I fade out of your sight. As far as I can see, there’s a place the earth meets the sky and I’m happy I’m not right….

Weight

Carry me in your hands / Carry me on your shoulders; in the summer to the sands of time to wash these wounds of mine. I open my eye to a wrinkle in the sky, I’m hanging on to you and the memories of a scarred mind. How far is now? How soon is tomorrow?…

Summers – collaboration

I wander into the blacks, into the blues, where there was a sky before. The stars light up my eyes, the nights hide in my hair; hymns of life waltz inside my lungs and skin reeks of age. These walls have ears, my memories lose years; I chase voices, in the field of unending summers….

Favours.

I wish I could watch the stars all night. Alone. I ask nothing of the world, I’m too generous for that. All I need is some time alone. Looking outside the balcony is painful, everything is so far away. This is when I feel like the world is being a bitch to me. I just…

Post breakfast stress disorder

I don’t care what’s for breakfast as long as there’s breakfast. No matter what happens to the world, I’m unbothered. So many books have been left half read, a few are still unread. I spend money on useless things and regret, I repeat the same mistake and act like I forget. Don’t ask me about…

Thoughts of summer

If you could choose, would you choose at all? What happened to the times when trees whispered our names? it’s been quiet lately, I see rocks but none seem to tell those tales. From the endless orchards to aimless mountains, the seasons have searched for you; like a child that hasn’t come home from the…

Titanic

It feels like the times of yore,We await a ship that takes us home, May it take, just a little more;The breeze is strong, skies are sore; oceans kiss… Titanic Anushka and her magic.

Dark blues.

Echoing throughout these walls, I hear; in this emptiness I see, those long lost years, the newfound fears and abuse. We hold hands, we aren’t together, we say things but barely talk to each other. There’s no forgiveness surrounding us; there are no memories, only nightmares and tremors. All those nights blanketed by the stars,…

I hear

I hear a callingI feel it in my bonesThe voice of godsA prayer of sortsStories of dustForBodies of stone

Embrace – collaboration

In sickness, I wrote of health; in strength, I whined about ailment. Never once has one thing held true for itself, never once have I tried to embraceWhat I had been offered for there was no satisfaction in earthly events. It was fabrication that revealed traces of concealed intentions and sweet deceit.I await rains while…

Of tombs and dreams

The fool thinks the sky is his home; Makes no sense when he says dreams give him wings. “Tonight I fly again” he bellowed “I close my eyes, and I fly. Away from you, away from living, away from the lands of barren dreams.” Those Soaked in blood, burning alive in the pyre of their…

Questions and beginning.

The skies have always been bland, we filled them with dreams; the clouds never rained, our eyes were moist. Balloons fly, birds fly; tell me, why can’t we try? The pages were distant lands, we migrated; of memories and pain, we sing. Did you know? All we have to do is think. It never took…

Words.

What you read isn’t my story; don’t try reading in between the lines. The words that tell my tales are struck off and horridly concealed. Every happy spell is contaminated by the knowledge of how fleeting such moments are and how life is spent trying to disentangle this contingency. There’s no life on paper, neither…

It’s nothing.

I’ve got nothing. The editor is open right in front of my eyes and I stare at the screen, eyes tired and leaky or maybe it’s just the existential dread making it’s way out. Love is in the air, sex is everywhere and both are overrated. There’s no point in writing about them. Maybe I…

Broken things – collaboration

She had a thing for everything broken. Believed broken things had better stories to tell and treasured them all. Bits and pieces of broken bangles, Cute little charms from a broken bracelet, Her grandpa’s broken vintage radio, Her father’s broken watch and as she grew up, Broken hearts! Time has passed and broken hearts left…

Dear writers

Writers are weird. I wonder why every one of them thinks it’s only a woman that feels pain. She knew it, she did that, she hid this, she fought that Don’t men feel a thing? Have our sensory organs numbed down? Why do you associate pain with a gender when it’s the same for everyone?…

Normal.

What is normal but the feeling of comfort and relevance? You might tell me I’m wrong, say normal is something that’s acceptable and repeating; now tell me this, would you accept discomfort when it’s not needed? Would you tolerate if it’s irrelevant? Whatever happens is normal until you decide it isn’t. What is normal to…

Insides. -collaboration

A white light takes over the night; I am as cold and dead inside. Shrouded in darkness, I lay and stare at the starless sky, gazing into the past, lost in the dwindling moments. I lose myself for the first time; don’t know what peace feels like, it’s been a while. A fog descends from…

Things unsaid – collab

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…

Flaws.

There’s something wrong in the metaphors and truth in ironies. We need one to make us happy, another to take it away.

Im just scribbling

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…

I walk alone.

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,…

A writer’s whisper – collab

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….

Fly away.

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.

Scars – collaboration

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…

The sunshine of the blog’s award of the WordPress.

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…

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…

Disbelief.

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…