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 … Continue reading The Perfect Crime Scene
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 … Continue reading Old, Eerie Souls
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 … Continue reading Nothingness that Enbraces Me
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 … Continue reading Ghosts That Await You
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 … Continue reading Forget the World and Look
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 … Continue reading The Sound of Rain
A Love Story that Dies Midway, but not the Love.
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 … Continue reading For Sundays
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?
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. … Continue reading I Played With Fire
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.
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. … Continue reading Stars on Earth
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 … Continue reading My Black Velvet Unicorn
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
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