Red & Blue

the sun heats the Monday coloured soil,camouflaging itself,living by the side of the ocean,it is raining bright hues of red, like fireto heat up and expose the brown sandhiding by the shades of blue.sun wants to heat up the sandand make it a reflection of its own,but sand has stolen some coloursfrom the waves crashing…

Beware!!

girls who talk loudand laugh freely are a threat,to those who cant hear voicesof women over theirs. girls who make their own choiceswho dont wait for the clockto strike in favour and who buildtheir own fate are threat,for the believers of luckand who worship the hands of clock. girls who dance outtheir emotions and speakthrough…

ROAD TO HEAVEN

I am walking through hellfire,with gusts of flameshitting my face,tears soaking my now soft (burnt) skin,pain and heat rushing beneath my skin.every step feels harderthan the previous one, andmy courage weakens,it is a one-way road,I need to keep walking,either to complete doom/deathor that sliver of hopewill actually prove to be realand worth this walk through…

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,…

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…