Waiting

Wait. Dont rush. Dont think too much. The grass can be greener and a lot more lush. Waitings are always invariably tough But what lies on the other side could also be painted with a different brush. So, hush! Stumbling over a million thoughts at the same time, I tried my level best to clear …

Deafening Silence

There was noise all around me but I never knew it existed. I don't know what exactly, but someone or something drowned it amidst its melody. There was music all around me, a rhythm that easily commands your tongue, an addictive song. Poof! It disappeared. Suddenly there is silence on this side. But there are …

A Familiar Stranger In The Mirror

I met a familiar stranger in the mirror. A little closer to tomorrow, a little farther from here. I knew everything about her yet remained blissfully unaware, About who she was and from where. She had the same eyes, the same nose, the same hair, But there was something different about her air. It brought …

Breathe!

I could feel the breeze brush my hair, Initiating thoughts which remained rare. With the air sliding across my bare arms and the contours of my face, I recalled the long forgotten feeling of an embrace. My ears were filled with a musical tone, Composed by the water on the shore. Something urged me, 'Breathe …

She was art.

She was art. Sketched carefully in brail, Yet aware of the depth of every colour her life had entailed. From the brightest glow of red to the darkest shade of black, From the lull of white to the cacophony of a colourless blank space. No, she isn't blind. Her eyes function fine. But they have …

Confessions of a Stargazer

I held out my hand, Because it seemed like just an arm's length away. I could hold nothing but distance imagination And touch nothing but the passing breeze. Enveloped by the realization that distance makes things prettier, Making you want more of it, I measured the wicked moon. Roughly, the size of my thumb, It …

Let me tell you a story.

https://youtu.be/6fnxPYnGeIw Let me tell you a tale, a story When the nights were gay and the days were blurry. Where the birds didn't chirp and the trees didn't sway, Not a leaf made a move from here to there. Where the breeze didn't blow strong enough to wind your hair, Where the rains didn't pour …

The Deafening Silence

Midnight Reverie

The verses of an Insomniac

Midnight thoughts!

I slept off to wake up…

The sun was bright and staring in my iris as if it’s going to burn my sight away. But I was little and unafraid to catch a glimpse of the invincible, knowing little of the worldly affairs. The little me was focused to not let the kite cut loose, squeezing the tiny eyelids but not …

Girl in black

 I believe there are two sides to a story. There is one that meets the eye and another which remains unnoticed. Nevertheless, there are two sides to every story and I am glad they exist, for there is no good without evil and no white without black.

Phoenix on the rise

Courage

I focus on my breath and stand against the breeze, not go with the flow. I feel my presence, my existence dawning upon me every second. My eyes are closed and I am breathing. I stand by the window of one of those huge skyscrapers And I know I am not the only one just …

To Men, from a Woman

Dear Men, I am not your mother, sister, daughter, girlfriend or wife. I am not your classmate, your colleague or the stranger you eyed. Neither am I the girl next door you had your first crush on Or the boss or the secretary you wanted to make a pass on. I am not even any …

Daily Prompt: Careful

via Daily Prompt: Careful They tread slow and steady, Careful about its every move and always ready. Lurking in the dark, it shows the world a different side to you They call them shadows, I call them colourless hues. They are often hallucinating in appearances. They show triviality in magnanimous stances. A mouse in the …

The Walls.

Those eyes have a mysterious luster. They would scan your insides as if they're visible to the naked eye. Strong in their look and stringent in their focus, they would rip and slice your soul into neatly cut halves. Those hands are coarse. They hold an indomitable strength. Those palms burning in heat can melt …