When love is skin-deep, you know it is love.When you find each other even in day-dreams, you know it is love.When you trace each other in song lyrics, you know it is love.When you sway along in perfect rhythm, you know it is love.When you learn their favourite recipes and read their favourite books, youContinue reading “When you know it is Love”
Author Archives: Riddhi Chakraborty
Why Do I Write, Afterall?
“I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.”― Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis Why do you write? A question that I anticipated to knock on my doors any fine spectacular day, because my story- even though will side-track hither and thither occasionally- is oneContinue reading “Why Do I Write, Afterall?”
A letter of self-appreciation
Dear Me, I know you weren’t given enough credit for all of the pain you managed to bottle up in the hopes of not losing the people you thought you needed. So, here is a little appreciation letter for surviving the most pathetic year gone by. You spent last new year’s writing an ode toContinue reading “A letter of self-appreciation”
To Carry Your Bruises
TW // domestic violence The nightmare digs into me and I wake up with claw marks on my skin. Fever dreams slither and lacerate like the bite of a December evening: Snow globes that shatter and his brittle heart that I disintegrate, akin; My shoulder blades toughen in the bitter warmth of his jacket. But,Continue reading “To Carry Your Bruises”
A Breath Away From Forever
TW // suicide implied + too many illicit scenarios My cherry-red lips bled into your wine-stained shirt; I drank your blue eyes and plucked petals off your flower bed for the sake of it; Don’t worry darling, we’ll swerve our chastity like two masterminds with one soul and keep our rendezvous covert; Nights that scatheContinue reading “A Breath Away From Forever”
I dreamed of getting over you…
Often waiting for you in stillness is far better than searching for you in empty crowds. When I’m in my own head in the midst of a horrendous road-traffic and you’re trying to retrace your steps to where you left me, The garden statues watch over us with ghost-filled eyes and too many sins toContinue reading “I dreamed of getting over you…”
Why Beware the Nail-Biter?
“Keep an eye out for the nail-biter,” they whisper, lurking in corridors with sneering eyes. Nail-biter wakes up in her topsy-turvy bedroom with unruly hair and foul breath; Weary-eyed, she stares listlessly at her text messages left unsent and mulls over thoughts of her death. Nail-biter sits on her desk gaping out the window, dreamingContinue reading “Why Beware the Nail-Biter?”
Receding July
In July, I dreaded the months agone in painful shine- sparkling their way into the abyss of jeopardized memories painted sanguinary carmine; Prosaically passing the nights with raindrops plummeting on roof-shingles and the thrumming of window panes; it’s a puzzling rhythm to determine. In July, I traced the brass nameplates of archaic households at theContinue reading “Receding July”
Paper Love
I loved you in forms of paper flowers that you cram in between pages of your diary to always cherish the day that was so far, the best one of your life: The only day we spent with each other in sun-kissed summer after the previous year cut open your wounds like a knife. IContinue reading “Paper Love”
When a Broken Soul breaks Hearts
So you’re cursing my name; scrawling on it over and over till the paper tears, Funny how I can’t even disparage you when I knew too well how silly you were. So I turned a blind eye to you; steered clear of your lingering shadow through the window sheers, Funny how you still hanker aroundContinue reading “When a Broken Soul breaks Hearts”
Swan's Labyrinth 