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…

The stranger, Augustus Roark.

  Maybe we never met. Across shores, or in next door; Scents of love I never get. Maybe we never met.   Maybe we didn’t know. In huge crowds, in parties loud; My heartbeat would never grow. Maybe we didn’t know.   Maybe we never realized. In million songs, and nights long; No feeling I…

New year’s eve.

12:35 am, Saturday, December 31st’16 It was this evening I turned a bit more immune to people who give me chills. I’ve never had a heartbreak. Never experienced one till date ’cause I didn’t give into liaisons and it never crossed my path. However, know what it feels like. I guess. A bit of pinching,…

Counted days.

I come to conclude with ambivalence and bliss, an agnostic ride rode, I might miss but never diss. A kinship might have bloomed thankful enough not loomed. I imply tacitly in my quotation, “If you wish, in my potation, mingle your own little devotion.” Crux fathomed, I know not, such corny, little silly plots! Flooding…

Schooldays.

It was in the mundane, irksome principal room, Eric wished for the ground to break open for him to reach middle earth. It was ringing in his head… “Tell the truth, Eric!” Mr Andrew barked. His mother, Cecile Jones, was nothing less than a mute witness and his clumsy, drunkard father glared, silently oathing to…

The heart wants what it wants.

I opened the door and quietly sneaked in, he was staring into the dark of the night. It had been twelve years since we first met. I had known his ailment but I had to move in with him, now that his heart was losing its desire to live. He needed someone to take care…

P for passionate.

I beautify a person when she is me. And make her bring art to life. I make her put her existence into words. As she walks, I pour out of her eye. I shine behind her like a halo, making her glow while I ache within her. I portray the best out of her, squaring…

Summer season.

I’ll wither and you’ll see me writing skeptically under that yellow lamp. A room so dark you’ll hardly catch a glimpse of what I write. December will remain my favorite month, letting the snow invade and throb my heart to the infinite-th beat. A room too empty to echo every beat. I’ll wait for you…

Learning.

Lately, my hands smell nothing like roses or lily. It’s more of a summer love, yellow tint that stretches across them. I was told to observe them, keenly: how they reciprocated to smiles, touch and words. They say it becomes lucid enough to judge someone. Should we choose lovers by virtue of their hands? And…

Diversions I possess.

I can take to woe, whirling into the childhood cove, a plate filled with doughnuts- never to sulk with food. I never rest in peace but poetry being stolidly jittery, conjuring images of purple sundown bliss- too fragile to get lost in. And I implore to offer one simple canonic evening. I’m rid of periwinkle…

Dear You.

12 February’17 00:40 Dear You, I am a better artist now, you know. Ten times better than what I used to be. I can describe stuffs that you once made me feel, write that day down eloquently when we survived on red wine on the beach discussing The smiths and the likes. I can put…

00:05 am, Sunday, 26th February’17.

I hate people who look at you with a melancholic feeling in their heart, witness the tear your eyes hold, the smeared smile and with a quiet whisper of ‘take care’ visibly grow smaller and smaller at the end of the airport. Without acknowledging the goodbye because they know it’ll tear them apart and way…