Walk around freely.

Once, I saw a girl, unstitching the stars from the sky so they'd tumble down on the ground, falling on her feet. Once, I saw a boy, painting the sun in green and the grass in red. He wanted to invert the colours the world was made of. Once, I saw a lady kissing every... Continue Reading →

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You and rain

People justify rain By saying that when the human sins become too unbearable for the world They rain down upon them In the form of blessing for some And curse for others. And it's the sinners Who are the most blessed And the lovers Who are the most cursed. I think it's somehow sad Yet... Continue Reading →

What does hope look like?

Hope is wearing a rib knit sweater And hiding under my blanket I come home Never looking for it But find it in my bed Unfurling happiness for me And feasting on the sadness I never choose to leave behind. Hope is the man on horseback Overriding the shadows of his past Galloping through the... Continue Reading →

Remember you

The night sky has so many secrets to offer That sometimes all I do is Sit under it And look at the stars Aligning together to tell so many stories, The wind moans in my ears And offers me secrets It kisses my tear stained face And mouths incomplete answers to my pain. The street... Continue Reading →

Fix you

I have a habit of breaking things Into bits and pieces Or maybe just enough To keep them with myself A little longer than before. Now I do it Because once There was a man Who loved breaking things too Because he believed Broken things are easier To hold onto. I don't remember tracing those... Continue Reading →

Reversal of pain

My mama always loved flowers Lilies especially So today I'm covering her grave With lilies, Her favourite. She loved tying her hair in braid And placing one single lily On each of the five braids She never told me what it meant to her And mostly, I didn't care enough to ask That night the... Continue Reading →

Pain is my language

There's not enough pain In me So I add some more: A little bit of hurt Some insecurities A glass full of abandonment And heartbreaks to taste. There you go, My perfect recipe for hurt. My body is an overflowing paintbucket Unfortunately The paint isn't made up of pigments and resin It's overflowing with grief... Continue Reading →

How many hearts do we break Looking for that one heart That'll heal ours And how many places do we burn Looking for that one place We can call home.

Paper cranes

Every once in a while I sit at my terrace And carve out our good parts And fold them into little paper cranes One thousand for a wish Or just enough to count And hold them together by strings. The largest Breaks away from the group Lifts his paper wings In a soft farewell And... Continue Reading →

Your mother always said That there were two sides To everything You live the other side of love. Pain. You're running. Stop. Turn. There are no fire exits that way Or this way. You're trapped here. You cannot conquer guilt; Stop building castles around it Words can't beautify death. Love is the fire engulfing your... Continue Reading →

My depression

Last evening I was walking past the old bookstore. It's said that someone had barged into it Killed the owner and his family that lived in the upstairs apartment, Burnt down all the books, all the shelves The tattered pages, The lost letters The broken corners All of them were ignited And the smoke had... Continue Reading →

I’m losing count of everything

Trigger warning: Abuse 1. My mother left me When I was as tall As my contorted grand ma's knee. No one knew why And no one cared to find out. I later found sadness, Stacked one upon another In her closet. Maybe she left those stacks Not me either way They say she left for... Continue Reading →

Of burning desire and love

I am looking at the candle Just inches From my mouth And am staring At it's flickering flame And I think That maybe Our love Was born in flames The one that was ignited The moment my eyes Fell on you And yours On me And then was a born A fire That was for... Continue Reading →

On love

Somewhere In the midst of a foggy street In the murky darkness of night A headlight shines A horn blazes Honk, honk, honk You let the light Seize the glory Foggy paths in the midst of darkness Sad voiced winds Already moaning Crickets chirping Words lost In the search of lost routes Gilded silence The... Continue Reading →


// There are many ways to remember places My mother would tell me The crowded streets of Paris Choking with people and emotions The solemn vows of faith Burning the cathedral of Rome The parting and reminiscent notes of lovers Adorning the walls of every monument The handful of hurt Trailing your shadow at every... Continue Reading →

Too broken/too depressed

It's sometimes strange When people ask me Gaping, With a tinge of bewildered horror 'How did you start writing?' Or 'Why do you write such things?' And the syllable of 'such' Spoken with such nonchalance And veiled disgust As if it's a disease. A disease that would eat me If I didn't stop vomiting these... Continue Reading →

One some days, when you walk through the door of my memories, I don't question the song playing in my head on loop or the ghost of your existence that is the unremitting companion of my heart or the drops of pain or sadness that feel like dew on my lips. I let you walk... Continue Reading →

I want you to remember me. If you remember,I don't care if everyone else forgets. -Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the shore

Lifetimes to remember

I've to stop writing about you It's been days Since I stopped counting But I think I stopped counting on the 784th hour Of our separation And it's been another eternity Since then. I've stopped smelling of alcohol Or booze Or cigarettes But now the person in me Smells Of everything our love did Abandonment,in... Continue Reading →

Women like (you,us)

Of all the stars I've wished upon Not one of them has granted me my wish Of all the nights I stood upon the threshold Of my courage and patience And swore under the cascading moonlight, Not once did I walk back the same. I shouted and screamed at the stars above And wished and... Continue Reading →

I once found a boy who drew poetry with his skin. I haven't seen him in a while, if you find him somewhere, talking to stars or maybe watching the shore, please tell him that my hands are waiting to be etched with metaphors.

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