I think it is me.The problem lies within my soul, my mind and my consciousness. I have always thought of myself as immensely inferior to my desires and ambitions; only because they are so big & vivid.Engraved in me so deeply, it couldn’t be ignored. Perhaps you must be thinking why should I be the […]
On Killing A Dream Read More »
To nights we fought.To days we loved and to the years we have created. You are my home, full of gardened flowers with a few thorns.With spring like sunshine and bees humming around. I could see rainbows in every embrace you gave me.I could feel a rose bloom in my heart with every kiss you
The blue turned grey, the clouds tore apart; it rained. Puddles on empty roads.Thunder calling out and lightening that illuminated like a spirit; unnatural and eerie. The moist air filled my soul, the rain was like loveand love is you. Was it yesterday? Then the whisk wind blew a strain of my hair, it felt like your fingers were
I rode my car and thought, “Can there be anything as real as destiny?” I saw the red lights turning green and red again. They changed colours less likely than any human could, we have truly evolved ourselves from the species we were. I thought of my childhood. Feeble and lean, yet hardly did my mother
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Who are you? I have been there, a place so dark. A place no one would want to stay. Faces that haunt, nails that dig my soul, hands that drag me down to the murky floor. Give me hands to hold for I have tried so hard for such a long time to get out
Grapsed in your arms. I realise what I was granted to lose. I feared my blessings would walk away with every step you took backwards. You would sometimes be the ‘Bloody Mary’ for my tongue and sometimes a ‘Sangria’ to my soul. I would invite you in me every second. You make my body
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The Dog On The Street Read More »
They say that a certain smell can take you back in time, like a time machine working its wonders.Mentally, I’m back in 2007. My father is cooking rice and yellow dal, the traditional lunch of every Indian family. While my mother is frying fish with eggplant cut into circular shape. While my little brother and
