Sound asleep little ladies.

  “Move along” as the beige uniforms shouted, the moon was raided with life ending sparks, deafening voices and fusillades, slowly bringing the living night down. some here the church bell go… One and two – the shots hit the core. while poor fellow die hugging the defense, they reminisce the last bit of the…

Peeking.

Once, when I was in seventh grade, I was scolded for not carrying my Physics text book. I wasn’t scared. Who would be? Miss pointed out, that day, How embarrassed I was of crying Facing the whole class room. It had been snowing​ for a while, I had brought home A puppy that similar week….

Hocus pocus. (2)

The seasons are changing, But my mind traces back to days When we were in drama school. You played a character where You were secretly in love with me. The play use to end And​ in reality I was secretly in love with you. I guess, My eyes give away a bit of you In…

Hocus pocus. (1)

How are you? Fine. Well. All good. I heard you are living, How a person is suppose to live. And I think you are singing the songs better When you button up your shirt. My destiny is decided. Your memory is trapped in it. With responsibilities And reasons to smile. Plus, they tell, There’s no…

To the generation who has forgotten how to love.

Has it gone out of fashion, the 60s style, where Radio and conversation meant something, Before social media killed us? It’s more economics now, Loving has become cheap and reasons, Cheaper​. We lie down in tangled sheets wake up to empty goodbyes I ask, why? There are sides, like geometry, Three, two, one. With rotations…

Deadhead. (2)

It always turns out the same, But what I fail at is the understanding​. Like the next footprint has a puzzle missing From the stack or game. As if it can be found if searched for. We walk across the coffee table, Where things blossom, or Turn to shreds, Like us. With a tip toe…

Deadhead. (1)

It’s winter and don’t romanticise it. Just an ice case where we rot inside. But it’s less dramatic Than a tooth ache. Easier, Because complaining​ about a tooth ache, Is better than telling of a broken heart. I didn’t know that. You never told me. You tell me to stare at the candle flame when…

Emmêlé. (2/2)

As soon as I walk in, the pitter-patter of the rain muffles. The balcony greens matches you. You were circling the rim of your coffee mug, but it’s better with wine glasses, you think. The house is quiet And the thought of us staying together for too long seeps in. You see the people living…

Emmêlé. (1/2)

Fish and chips. Olive chicken. Too familiar for the taste buds, But you’re indecisive and same food is safe house. The shops close one by one like each day closes in. Or the touch of fingertips. Yet, you pretend. Pay the bill. But spend another two hours ordering drinks to roll the memories in. The…

Heartsick (3).

It was one of those things that started​ of as a hobby and began to feel like an addiction. Mostly on days when I was bereft of people at home and in mind. I used to jump around restless and tip toe to the terrace just to amble in that mini square. Which served more…

Waves.

You came unannounced, like a barged door; That lost it’s​ return path and was left ajar. We were young. And the lights were not so pretty. Yet we danced, together. What is pain? I ask, When I’m there for you. Keep clicking photographs, I’ll be the one caressing grasses. We were young. The moon stayed…

Heartsick (2).

“Did you ever feel peace?” He asked. She took a minute or two to answer, “Remember that day in Mrs. Mill’s house, when we had written the word ‘imperturbability’ you had the worst handwriting of all and a certain crooked loop for the T. That was the day I felt the thunder; the panicky​ waves…

Heartsick (1)

It’s hard to find the perfect song to my thoughts lately. They’re pretty hipster and disobedient from how they were previously, Because the silence of the night seems to engulf and encompass the massive crater cause by overthinking. It’s funny for I barely feel anything. Yet in that silence the tears intertwine with future loneliness…