Attachments.

Lately, history of literature taught me, change is the only constant. And I refused to stick to same people for more than a month. Loyalty and boredom spells the same; So, I indulge in temporary people to begin with. Missing you is more of a habit now, similar to smoking because every habit after a…

Blooming.

Last night when I heard this song about healing after five years. I asked you, doesn’t it mean I’m not sleeping proper? It has to. It has to. And called every tune that lived in it’s neighbourhood. They shooed me away, it was midnight. On the succeeding sunday, we learnt of our fears, what kept…

Bleached.

When Alice in Wonderland ended, Hatter slowly disappears and says Alice would forget him. Cinderella returned from the ball and couldn’t wait to write it all down to remember her night with The prince for eternity. That way, I too created you again and again and again and again and again and again and again….

Serendipity.

After several afternoons reading about painters and poets who committed sucide. I started nearing people. Opening my heart and arms to them while they sung scented adorations which stung on my skin. Keats died of tuberculosis. And only A friend visited his grave on the afternoon of his funeral. The astray is left on your…

Crippled.

It’s like salt and bitter air covering those illicit happiness, that mushes into grief and dwells in lilies. I think I taste blood, when The purple evening dances With a coaxing cigarette. And the cold wind dugs It’s fingers​ in me, Right around the balcony Where I sway in circles Fleeing from numbness and mortality….

Muses.

I believe we need to be drugged by muses to pen down things. By something or someone. For Romantic poets it was easier to locate their muses in nature and I marvel how Shelly was a soarer. I found it weird at first and got used to it. It keeps us on our toes or…

Home.

Sunday. I realise, Poems with heavy words tastes bad in my mouth. Mum asks, Do you like these earrings? I love the smile She wears when She asks that. She tells, she’s unhappy. And as I grow, I sometimes understand. Sir said, There’s a thing called ‘canon’. Our sadness falls in the same canon. M…

1:30 PM Sidewalks​ seem larger than yesterday. The music of real worries are turned down. What if, earphones didn’t exist? A funny thing, Life is entangled. 1:30 AM I take naps like little pills. in lieu of, sleep for hours. The night falls asleep, and I stay awake.

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…