love – Swan's Labyrinth

Things (un)said in a Glitch

Telephone rings Hello? (static) your voice is the old bottle of wine that burns down my throat and i bite the dust in my dreams till i wake up unhinged with the wine stains on my shirt spelling out your name Hel- my hydrangeas have all wilted and conflated with the mud that smears myContinue reading “Things (un)said in a Glitch”

When you know it is Love

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”

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”

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…”

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”

How Your Heart Raptured Mine

Your emerald eyes absorb me till I run as xeric as autumn. I cherish your presence more than mine, It’s more than just magical and divine. Hard to believe you’re true, or is it, haunting me from my past, a phantom? Not a single exchange of colloquy. Not even one in brevity. But on theContinue reading “How Your Heart Raptured Mine”