Hiatus

Taking a step back.I call this “taking a breather”. You take your space,  I take my time,  You fall from grace,  I still, call you mine;  Hiatus from love   or perhaps; A hiatus for love? (I know how you always liked it "poetic" always liked me, poetic.)

Too late

I put on “dancing with your ghost” today, And a nerve seemed to be struck,  Swore I wouldn’t spend another second over you, Yet it all came back in an urgent rush. I miss you more than i like to admit, Spotify’s safe-guarding a sob-worthy playlist, I try to make peace with my grief, But …

Inspite of it all

You say I have been led astray, My sense-of-self, a paper-town,It couldn’t bear to take the weight,So it all came crashing down. A doormat or a thorn,Is all you think I’ve made of myself.I try to change,but fail.So I bottle-up,Then lash out,Yet I always am a “mess”. I never seem to be at rest.  You count the …

Meant to be

Maybe it was meant to be, atleast for a while.

Me

If only, it was as easy to see beauty in ourselves, as it is in others.

Obsession: A way of life?

There are very rare times, when one resonates with something, especially a word, or rather an entire state of being in itself, as I prefer to think of this. The word “Obsession” is of a great significance to me. I always see myself jumping from one to the other, and even before I can realise, …

Night

I feel empty, dead, Like a zombie, I stretch my days. I am moving, eating, sleeping, Yet it all seems caged, staged. The air sits on me heavily, And my mind’s running to a thousand places. I feel restlessness creep into my bones, As I struggle to keep up with their races. I feel isolated, …

Bucket-list

I want to learn ancient languages- latin, sanskrit, arabic. I want to quote forgotten authors, stumble upon old, dusty books in tumbledown libraries. Pounce upon rare mythologies, scramble through folk tales. I want to travel hidden places. Vintage towns, which have ceased to exist on the map. Go on a spontaneous trek. Walk stoney paths, …

You’re just as sane as I am

Poetry is lies, These words, a waste of time, Scribbling my sadness down, While I outwardly say “I’m fine”. I go out with my friends, With that plastered, fake smile, Even my laugh seems hollow, And I feel a little dead, inside. The clock strikes 3, And I’m up, doing god knows what, My eyes …

Walls

They claimed to know her completely, That she was clearer than glass, She was white and plain, Her life was an empty canvas. But what did they know? The stories she held, trapped within, The way her heart had been bruised, From words like swords, thick and thin. Her walls had been wrecked, And she …