FRONDESCENCE

How I wish trees had the power of wordsShe would have told me stories,which the humans have forgotten with time.Those little joys and pains.How I wish trees had eyes that painI would sit and hug her old trunk,and wiped off her tears of nostalgia.How I wish trees had lungs to breatheI would have put ears […]

UN-“OFFICIAL”

We love. The passer-by frowns. We make love. The neighbour cusses. We live. The society taunts. Behind closed doors, When the burnt wick of the candle, unfurls its unreal odour. Between dark alleys. Where the smell of the ammonia, chokes the lungs till they collapses. In bars, that may close down soon. Because their drinks […]

ABSENT LOVE

Your departure was as abrupt as was your arrival:Leaving me alone with all those bittersweet echos. Trust me, cigs were not my way;but they felt warmer than your lips. And they never parted away. Infact, when one was about to die on my lips, shredding the last bit of it’s ashy remains;other would look up […]

CRAVINGS

They were the last days of autumn, when winter was still a few destinations away; But this season had all the hurries to scoot. Much like the days, I have crashing urges to write, but, abruptly,I run out of words. The winds were growing colder with days. The room heaters smiled through their dust laden […]

THE HAPPY POETRY

Today I will write happy poems. The ones without the slightest tinge of misery. The ones that doesn’t make your past pounce on you: Like a panther on its prey. Today I will write placid poems. The ones that calms your breathe. The ones that will let you sleep throughout the night. And brightens up […]

OF DREAMS AND DAILY-

Fading off, with the hazy impression: from the last evening, was a girl, in the darkest corner, of the already dingy pub, who was: perplexed; confused; irritated; By your ruthless laughter… as you kicked open the door. Listen, You aren’t meant to be here, You belong to the shimmer, You don’t belong here. In the […]

TO EBBS AND FLOWS-

I was a see-saw all my life. I could never ever bring myself to decide, whom to love more, my mum or my dad. I never loved them less, but never loved them same. My answer flip-flopped from him to her, her to him; now and then, then and now. As a child of 5, […]