POST ALERT !!!

Another post is up on Coffeewineandbooks, my new blog site. This time it’s not a book review (that is still in the editing line up) , and so what it is about, click on this link and find out. A short and simple one for this time. Also, there is a trivia question at the…

Birth of a rebel/masochist

I was born on the chilliest winter morning, when everything was covered in frost and death, all the creatures were fighting hard for their survival and I was born, as someone disturbing the balance of life. Gaping for oxygen, a human who couldn’t adjust even for their own survival, I never knew to settle for…

My words…

My words are the golden wingsOf my incredible imagination.Every night, i embark on my flightUsing my flamboyant wings.Time and again when i sit down To enter the world of my verses,I take out one auric feather To use it as a quill , drenching itIn the passionate blue fluidConsisting of my deep, darkYet soulful desires,…

Announcement!

Hola! Hello! Namaste! ( do i sound excited? well yes i for sure am!!) what do you think of coffee or wine or books? and what do you think of a blog where you get to read about all three of them, at one place!!?? so , here i am elated to share this with…

Eyes of my childhood

my eyes still hold the remains of my childhood,
they are still more innocent than my demeanor presents
they hold the memories of when I first saw …

Lip reading

the way lips don’t touch
while saying i love you,
just makes them miss
the warmth of a touch.
Perhaps, that is why we kiss,
to give the lips that feeling,
they miss out on.

Anxiety talking

my limbshave a language of their own,which they speakwhen my mind is filledwith the gusts of untamedforbidden thoughts,and my brain is spirallingIn and out of chaos. My limbs start talking,when my tongue feels paralysedand confused to choose from a plethora of thoughts floatingin the sea of my mind. My fingers start scarping my skin,or they…