image The deceptive twilight had just arrived And was gradually paving way For the moon to cast her shy smile Over the face of the earth. That moment you could barely tell The faces of your kinsmen if

Tales of True love are far fetched Oh beautiful Lilian A typical true lover stands In your ambience seeking A niche in your heart... Alas! You have a PhD In the art of shutting me out. Let me in beautiful

While cleaning I came across an old journal this afternoon! Oh, it is fraught with angst and melodrama. Also, plenty of cringe. But tucked into the pages I also found some of my poetry! Here is the only

Behind these smokescreens I close my eyes and open my memories I stroll leisurely to the days we had. More than a century, We lived and loved. But now, Shadows of ourselves we have become, after you made

Hey beautiful one, I've been battling with my emotion Since after our eyes met In that telepathic embrace at the mall Sadly, this timid heart didn't man up To approach you. I've made it clear for the umpteenth

Don’t get up in the night. Don’t fret, worry or chew your nails Staring at the rain Looking for answers— When there aren’t any, At least, None in the rain-streaked pane Or boiling puddles Of pain. Go back

Our lives are determined by moments, those moments can be summed up to be either good or bad, but moments nonetheless I often wondered how people with depression felt, because in those moments, a lot of

You have been pulling My limbs. Finally, you yanked them off Like some fingers of bananas I guess they were yummy. As if those were not enough, You came back Nibbling on my trunk While you gave that wry

Standing before your banks, Overwhelmed I am Looking fixedly into Oblivion My life on pause. To go forward with it, I am not Sure of anymore. This river looks so inviting I could hear it calling out Telling

Her face was a canvas A pool of colours, all Part of the symphony Textured in beauties That peddled for money Brushed-on blushes, oh My finger could dimple Her face and multiple Colours gush from the vent

Your insides are my playgrounds I'm the unseen evil 'V' That microscopic 'v' must not be named I hope to have some fun around your organs, muscles And cause you much anguish and pain I'm the conqueror

I am garbed with ten letters Of the English alphabets. Deep-seated in the catacombs Of embittered hearts Letters that leap from the alphabets' realm Into a word striving to detail the other essence of

On mornings fraught with laziness I see them. Lazy youths warming up for the day Working their asses off just enough, To eat for the day. The lazy youths of my country Are the truck pushers, in the heat

There is a colour missing in my pallette One I need to splash on the canvas Of my soul into a perfect symphony This colour, like the Moon's smile, Is warm and dazzling at the same time. It dwells on your

Threads of feelings run through This body in lieu of veins Woven by a double-pointed needle Of both Love and Lust Into a mosaic of Bliss and pain Now sewn into my soul's fabric. Littering my obsession

Glancing at the gloomy April sky, Solitarily I sit, overwhelmed in my hermitage. The sky is not the least unnerved As it persistently talked in thundering tones. Finally, it gave in to the gathered clouds

Every page of my diary knows your name Each drop of this ink has spelt out love, On this white island called paper But the letters have refused to take flesh Yesterday, when our eyes met in bliss My face

Your eyes, so blue and bewitching Smiling effortlessly from both ends Lodging behind those fine curtains Of lashes and painted brows Towards the West of that smile sits A dimple deep enough to eat a finger

I never took a fancy to cluttering Taking up space and rotting away Laid within this insatiable womb Called Mother earth. An archive of skeletons Of the high and low Catacombs of feats and failed dreams

Many people never get this chance!