Unwoven

Turbulence of thoughts when sets,Causes me to pick up my pen.Weaving my words into a seatbelt,While I am on board with Hell. Calm flights of tranquility greet me,The land below would hate my departure.The birds outside sing of joy and leave,But I can’t render my heart to ink. Happiness sits beside me and I say,Laments…

Wallflower

My eyes have been observant enough to catch you smiling at your friend who lookedgorgeous in that blue dress and they know you got drunk that night, your friendswanted more. How you loved the disco lights and new year nights, that Indian popand regional rock.I know you were trying to get a decent picture of…

The Day of Transcendence

I remember the day when IWas sulking in my bed, staringAt the ceiling unaware of my body, myself.As the echoes of my heart wailing,Were too loud to be ignored;The pain piercing through my chest,Was making the earth’s rotation feel so slow;That’s when I heard a sound from my window.Alike, weeping, wailing was the rain,And my…

Dandelion

Hey moon,I looked for you on a Saturday night;Left my friends, my chores behind,With loud music and champagne.As I was waiting for the rain. Hey moon,Today I saw two bees fight,Over a pretty flower in the sunshine.I thought that they would let it go,But instead one of them left the home. Hey moon,I know home lies…

Lily

On a dark night, in the middle of the woods Lily found herself lost. She had no idea how she got there. It was a lifeless forest it seemed as there was absolute silent. No sound. Then suddenly a shrill chirp of a bird rings in her ears. It was a beautiful bird. She had…

02:00 am

I’ve spent way too much time on thinking about doing things rather than doing them. Too much time is wasted on distracting myself and pretending to be fine. “Pain demans to be felt.” Here I am, 2 am in my room feeling the pain. It hurts but the hurting is a part of my life…

Gatekeeper

I have so much to show you,Inside my carousel- like mind.Only way to see through,Lies in my wondering eyes.But I cannot let you in,For there’s a gatekeeper you don’t want to meet.He who controls my dusk and dawn,You’ll never be free.I’ll never be free. (The gatekeeper doesn’t like visitors)

In The Month Of Dying

One night in the month of April, she dreamed of stars coming to life. She played with them and fell asleep- so peaceful it was after a long while. Her heart felt the same uneasiness when she woke up from her dream, the same feeling of emptiness in her chest. How she wished for that…

The Fall

October is a change,Stepping towards a cool breeze;A sweet, calm inception.Like fine winds on a cloudy day,Underneath the shadow of a tree.Warmth of the sun bathing you,From among the leaves fluttering;Making the most peaceful sounds.And then they fall so elegantly;You pick one up and keep,The Fall with you forever.

Be My Poem

Be my poem,I’ll write you in my favourite colours.Tell you the tale of my coldest summer,Visit the marquee of a homesick lover.Relive the darkest tunes of a verse,About the pitch black shades of the world.A tour to my oldest battle fronts,Parts of me waiting to be discovered.The grave I dug with my only shovel,Greet the…