The Perfect Crime Scene

The bouquet was taut in my hand with a beautiful paper protecting it. Or perhaps, protecting my hands. It was funny! Why would my hands need protection now? After all that I had been through! I didn't ask for it. I didn't want it. 'You are married. I am not the one you should give …

Old, Eerie Souls

Grey Old Eerie Brimming with stories If you look carefully, you can see forms, like wisps of smoke trying to enter the house like humans do. But they can't. They can't open a door. They cannot be given warm hugs and invited home. They just pass through the walls. Unseen. Unheard. They've no bodies To …

Nothingness that Enbraces Me

PEELING PAINT That long lost memory that resurfaces Like a blow on your face, And you are torn between wondering Where the memory has been all this time And the intensity of it. You feel it all, The way you felt it for the first time. Only to feel so deeply and do nothing That …

Ghosts That Await You

I look out my window Towards that make-shift gate, I have been waiting, For long and it's about time. It's just me, the gate, And the mounting expectation. The only person I waited for, Ever so patiently, was you. I knew that the day would end When you stood at that gate, looked expectantly into …

Forget the World and Look

If you look carefully, you'll see that even a garbage dump will have something beautiful. Ignored, but Beautiful. If you look carefully, even your worst day will have a blessing in disguise. I say this because when I have a horrible day, I realize that I have hit rock bottom. Which means I can as …

The Sound of Rain

You'll find me When the skies darken The Eagles soar high above the clouds Where the woods deepen, The greens cover up like a shroud. When the first drop tastes my lips, More embrace me, Seep within, drench me to the bone, Beat down harder, And in ecstasy, cry out loud. _______________________ This post is …

The Unfinished Kiss

A Love Story that Dies Midway, but not the Love.

For Sundays

Sundays are for the things you love. For a dip within yourself. For the memories that made you And specially the ones that moulded you. *** Sundays are for you To love yourself, unwind yourself To scatter the pieces of you Carelessly, mindlessly. *** Sundays are for the pajamas, Messy hair, bad breath, For strewing …

Souls That Weren’t Done Living

Those tiny sounds you hear at night, whose source you can't identify. That movement you sense only to find no one when you turn. You think it's nothing. But what if there's someone trying to communicate with you from the parallel world?

I Played With Fire

Note - This poem is structured in such a manner that, the number of lines increases in each stanza I once played with fire.   I played with fire, Thinking, not all fires could burn me.   I played with fire again! And felt its power. To char, to destroy.   I played with fire. …

The Emerald Tears

  The skies cried. The emerald tears Froze on Earth. Note - This is a view from my window this monsoon. The water weeds & the weeds from the woods have merged to give this wondrous spectacle.

Stars on Earth

The bright twinkling silver drops Like diamonds studded in pitch black canvas Fell for her every night.   Following my biggest ever writer's block, Parul at Happiness and Food, Somali at Prepforum & Jan at Jan's Doodles suggested I do photo prompts. With a bit of push from Jithin's side, here is my entry for Mundane Monday Challenge. …

My Black Velvet Unicorn

To the world, I am invisible. But in my eyes, I have a world of my own. Where right & wrong aren't the only options. In my world, there are in betweens & beyonds. There is a right for everyone. And the rights are all respected, even if they're disagreed upon. In my world, Infinity …

Torn by You

I am addicted to you. Addicted to the searing pain Coursing through my existence When you caress My gaping wounds. In your absence I notice, My addictions are Tearing me apart. When you are Beside me, I realize, I enjoy being torn by you. Image courtesy - abstract.desktopnexus.com

Hanging the Stars

It's time To take my leave. Starting tonight, Watch out for me When the dusk approaches. Look towards the skies As they light up gradually. I'll be up there. Hanging the stars One at a time. Pic courtesy: 3leapfrogs.tumblr.com