The door creaks and the windows are a blurry mess of steam, trickling down is the rain. More. The past hour turned to 3.00am and the wind is now rushing, she whispers through the door and rattles inside.

I am yours. Just like you are mine. It's like we were quilled from the same ink. Blessed to be a part of the same poem. Stanza after stanza. Line after line. And now I can read you so well Beyond the verses.

This womb surrounded you with it through whispers, Enriched your bones with it in abundance, Taught you lessons of its importance, And here you are, soaking in it- you are shining, You are goodness. You

We are waves, Amidst loud bangs. We are waves, Unable to hear our own currents. We are waves, Two oceans across Our heart and mind. We are waves, Singing someone else's song, Unable to hear our own. Never

The bad dream visited again: it lay in bed with me pulling on my blankets, wanting to share my pillow. It told me it would keep me company, I feel lonely at night, you see? We talk until sunrise; it is

Eyes, like jewels, A smile, innocent in its radiant shine, Hands that trace her skin, Singing a rhyme from years ago, A 7 year old waits, Remembering her home, then memories flow. Image Source : Pixabay

I'm sorry I have been distant. I've been busy. I've been trying to fall in love with myself, with new things, with new places. I've been trying to stay afresh. I've been busy, trying to forget you. In

My withering rose heart reeks, the heartbeats prick me like thorns. Poets like me, personify the reds, pinks, whites and add life to a morbid demise. I raise my muse to a pedestal, glorify fireflies &

Call them monsters, Roaming around this earth like vultures, I said to her. Every day, for four years A man is not defined as manly by his strength to hold me down. Image Source : Pixabay

We spoke to stars and moons And how each night the sun made a sacrifice She hid her face so that he could breathe again. She became invisible, so all people only saw him. We spoke about surprise And whether

If only, I had learnt to walk away like the others, today i wouldn't have to tell people to stay. And then, we could all have run away. From each other, just for each other. Image Source : Pixabay

First hold yourself close, away from the cold (Like you are seeing yourself for the first time.) Then mix in a little self belief Three, be gentle with how you tend to yourself Four, remove their words,

Maya Angelou spoke, 'There is no greatest agony, Than bearing an untold story inside you.' But you still dare not say a word. You have become a graveyard of secrets And the haunting is more strong on certain

I see you and me I see us at the cliff of mountain Talking about the beauty Beauty of this world Talking about "us" with the sip of tea I see you and me I see us at the beach Walking on sand

You and I. Or does we sound better? We were out there. On the staircase, you trying to find a reason to hold on, and me, trying to forget all the reasons I had. You turn to look at me, and for a minute,

She sits on the floor near the stool, Her arm rest on the surface, Soil covering her face. She has been coughing badly for a few days. Her legs are crossed, Hair scattered, Eyes brown, Slippers torn. A

My hands touch the crevices of the bark, It has its own hue. Time is spent sitting on the metal bench, There is an engraving of a distant love 'Always in our hearts' The markings on the tree are unclear,

It is a beautiful day. If the warm colours your eyes have, are in the sky too Then all days will be beautiful. Then when this sky ends to close itself, Your eyes will too And it will still be a beautiful

Can't say if you'll be there after a while, so stay. Stay now. For as long as you can. Because, I want those moments, minutes, seconds of happiness, craziness, and zoning out while we're with a group of

Mother knew the language, But she heard the language of curses quicker, She can name the different words she has heard describing her. And all of them make me feel like my insides have been shred to pieces.