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…”
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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”
Mirrored Versions
Mirrors always daunted me; The sight of an abhorring reflection plastered onto glass always unnerved me; And while I speak of mirrors, I speak of all the different kinds of mirrors there are- The mirror of my room: A tall-standing, proud and smug length of glass attached to my cupboard. This one reflects a leanContinue reading “Mirrored Versions”
Dreamscapes of Her
My phone buzzed with a hundred missed calls and messages that day. The sink was rancid with the scent of a heap of dirty, unwashed dishes lying in disarray, A slender bolt of light peeked through the fridge illuminating the dark kitchen, slightly. A wood cutting board with partly diced tomatoes and a chef’s knifeContinue reading “Dreamscapes of Her”
The Dripping Navy of Cordelia
Cordelia my dearest, The azure of your eyes, vivacious like the ultramarine waves of the oceans bespangled with golden speckles as the amber of the sun rays plunge themselves into your iris’, Your saccharin, honeysuckle melody cascading into ears of sea creatures rendering them sanguine, jaunty adorbs. The streaks of desiccated carmine on your armContinue reading “The Dripping Navy of Cordelia”
Salutations of Grief
We strummed the guitar strings till our fingers bled, Sang our favourite songs at night when mom and brother were asleep, You let me use the majority half of the blanket and shivered yourself to sleep, And now I’m alone gaping at our dingy music room; “I’ll always be by your side,” you had said.Continue reading “Salutations of Grief”
Vivian’s Vengeance
I was once a cannonball swerving past every soul to try and annihilate the one that I held dear. What was the point, one may ask? I don’t know. Maybe I feared the way she ignited the waning flame in me. The one that permeated the warmth of joy. The one that could thaw theContinue reading “Vivian’s Vengeance”
Swan's Labyrinth 