The days I want to stick this soul Deep in between where droplets of rain Go into the rivers that flow [Cry] I remember there is patience And I must wear my patience More patiently Let my yearning fold

Who lied and said You are half woman. You are a half And need man to take you out of a pit of despair. You are not half, You are full. These Wells are overflowing You are full. This sea is raving You are

This is an empty house and the clocks hang still. Do you see how time collects on everything, in layers and covers? The doors are stiff and quick to shut, These windows are tinted in darker shades of grey.

They tell me it’s summer, but I’m still cold from a few seasons ago, I think I broke the answering machine by replaying messages too many times in too less time Everything they tell me about seasons, I

I wonder about the word ‘intensity’ a lot. When I was younger, my knowledge of emotional ranges was much limited (I still have a lot to learn) & I always thought that anger was the closest that exemplified

It's almost the weekend, and I know a lot of you make terrible decisions close to the weekend. I use to, I still do - it's okay. Loneliness and underestimated pressure from Society to Settle leads to Drunk

We talk about different things now: the weather, grocery lists, what movies to watch, how tiring the day was. We indulge in lukewarm conversations & we eat the food piping hot. We don’t get late for

How often Have you hung your hopes out to dry with the stir of revolution on backs of broken struggles and calloused hands Yet history intact How often Have you surrendered to the whims of the privileged.

I could feel a sense of familiarity when you had called yesterday. I wanted to call you back, meet you. But, a part of me told me not to, as it had seen how being left alone felt like. But, another part

Don’t try to present your art by making other people read or hear or see it or touch it ; make them feel it. Wear your art like your heart on your sleeve and keep it alive by making people feel a lil better.

Zoned out We're sitting in our favourite coffee shop and you're talking about an incident with your friends. I am listening to you, but your voice seems to fade away into the background music of the coffee

Unlove It was 12 am. I could hear the silence of the wind ringing in my ears. The sky looked different with shades of grey and black. I looked down at my hands, and I remembered. How you had held them

They'll tell you. How you shouldn't miss them. How you should learn to be okay, alone. But, if you watch that person leaving, and if you feel that you want that person to stay, then tell them. Because,

Safe I see the sun setting, remembering how we used to sit on the terrace waiting for another day to end, to start a new one with each other. I lean my head on the windshield of the car, missing the shoulder

It was different from the first day itself, I wished for girl like you and here you was. The looks in your eyes the laugh of yours the smell of your breath the pure hear of yours I fell for each and every

Trust is fragile, it demands care & attention. You could consider it a superior form of love, at least I do. When I trust you, I surrender all my faces to you. However, reciprocation matters just as

Winters turning poetic Long drives to a so called home, November rain falling on window panes, leaving behind temporary feelings of bliss. Early morning sun rays falling on your face, your warm hands touching

I am Fine I am fine And you ask me how I am. And you would like to hear that everything is fine. And how I wish. How I wish I could say that I am not. But I stick to the old saying. "I am fine".

If snowflakes settle on my skin, I want you to kiss them off my warm flesh. If the winter bites me, I want you to blanket me with a fuzzy embrace because you bite better. If the morning sun is late, I

When did you stop being curious of me? When did my words turn bitter for your taste? When did you not want to pull on my questions hanging by threads? _ I still wonder about your dreams as if they were