I took a deep breath filling my lungs entirely with the mystic smell that seem to have diffused entirely into the air. Like a dream,I was absorbed and as I felt awake, i was immediately startled and awestuck to find myself drooling over the bedrest with a book on my chest. The aroma is equally… Continue reading Smell of Roses!
It feels like, I'll eternally keep standing at the fringe of an island that constantly undergoes an erossive force, the wrath of the river. But there's hope, a part of the land will always be there for me to stand. I blankly stare the wave take away the ground that shelters me, and once its… Continue reading Beautiful Island
Too many things cross my mind One after another, Churning and brewing, extracting the brain juice, Taking the skin's radiance, Like winter for instance, Pouring into the sockets of eyes, mix of apple cidar vinegar and red dyes, Like a corpse, a breathing one, A stream of thoughts that run, Between the worlds I chose… Continue reading Mind
कभी छावॅ है, तो कभी धूप है, अभी रात है, पर सवेरे का इतंजार है, सूरज की पहली किरन से आश है। सासॅ है, तो जान है। जिदंगी है,तो उम्मीद है। चल, अचल का उत्साह है, बेताब धारा की उल्लास है, पर सागर जैसा ठहराव है। कभी छावॅ है, तो कभी धूप है, रात है,… Continue reading उम्मीद
There is humour in the air, I still don't get the joke, I donot understand the pun, Feels strangely humiliating, Like all eyes staring at me, All men laughing and mocking me. I talked and they heard a bark, The candle lights but its still dark, I walked, rumour's I hopped, It's grief but I… Continue reading BULLYING
On the other side of the curtains, there is darkness, blackness and silence. On this side there is light, laughter and chaos. The laptop is singing "...so I love you when you're not listening.....", the night lamp is flickering, the mirror of the dresser is starkly watching the walls, the bed is filled with trash,… Continue reading “How Are You?”
the rain sings in its baritone, A voice so familiar, yet so far, A lyrical, a lullaby so dear A note, to my heart so near, Cold breeze whispers Chimes a series of disaster, I cannot recover any faster, Bell rings, rain sings thereafter.
Something lies by the bedside, Round and lusturous, I cannot figure by its shape. The gums are bleeding lust and desire, The throat is sore of lies and sins, It is a stranger, round and lustrous, sweet as sugar, not a disaster, It looks like an ego, my ego. I donot want to fix the… Continue reading Bleeding Gums