Questions and beginning.

The skies have always been empty, 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 as I tear up because of the strain 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…

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…

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,…

Blind fish.

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…

Collab! (nothing too crazy, I swear)

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…

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.

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,…

Liebster award.

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…

Buh-bye.

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.

Warped dream.

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…

Air.

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…

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…

Words.

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.

Time and words.

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, 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…