Requiem for a Sinner

Stepping into the room with tears ebbing the rims of my eyes. threatening to burst into drops of cold ice. Swirling in my mind a thousand words jumbled up and muddled stuck to the knots crushing my throat. I wish I could but I can’t scream or cry or speak. It chokes me crushes me…

Vermilions to Crimsons

Convinced yourself of the blows so cold So icy, they burn through your warm flesh stinging and numbing your soul, Of the freshly bruised dahlias and daisies Once vermilion, now crimson crushed in the fists of love refused. With slight fiery rum and brandy to whip up rage and storm Stirring up pasts and conflicts…

Ruined songs

I let people ruin songs for me. I hate the surge of emotions that washes down through my throat and thrusts itself into my mind and my gut. I hate how some songs will never be the same for me because, like a fool, I played them on repeat till my ears started ringing. I…

Insides out

Not a toothbrush in my bag But a hundred books Packed in tight with a pen for a hook. Holding up my universe On these tiny shoulders That knew nothing but The warm touch of love I’m sorry if I care too much But I only do When I’m around you. Maybe you made  me…

03:42 am

Brushing past sprays and splashes of memories and waves Soaked in the summer heat Slipping down your mind in a haste Frozen in a moment like the lump in my throat Choking and pressing hard my bursting veins Threatening to drown  The debris of fading words once afloat Pink champagne and ice  Rosy lips staining…

detritus​

February 14, 2019 You are okay, I am okay. We all are, maybe. Or maybe we just get better at pretending and live better under the plasticity of the people around us. Everything is so toxic, pushing you to the edge yet expecting you to hold on to that smile and to the tears that…

blues.

1. We have funny ways of punishing ourselves. While we suffer from loneliness, we run back as soon as we step out of it. It confuses and amazes me that we are capable of such things. But then I see you trying to take a break from life. And the best way to do it…

words in a disarray

I have phases. Some days I feel like the person I am supposed to be, and then there are days when I turn into no one at all. Just a hollow mind and body with a silhouette. I hope on the days you find me and my darkened silhouette, you would still want to be…

I try.

I thought I could get back to where I was, before I left in such a mess. I am trying to be here, trying so hard. Words don’t find their way out on paper anymore and my mind wanders off to a space tightly packed in obliviousness. The one thing that I bitterly miss is…

sinking.

I want to break down, all apart, all broken, all at once. sob until I lose track of time, with tears pouring harder than the rain in my heart and the storm raging in my mind.   I want to stop breathing for a moment. count backwards from numbers I cannot fathom. eyes shut so…

Psychedelic.

Lilac, Mauve, Claret, Streaks of crimson and gold. An aura Beauteous than Venus’s own Radiated warmth of the summer old. If I were rain, She was the most awaited, fall. If I were a river She was the Euryale. Lecherous eyes Skipped from word to word. Under the pale moonshine She was what they cleped…

snippets.

Sometimes I think, you love me back. Just sometimes. Other times I think, you’re in love with the fact that I love you. At times it feels like I could live with it but there are times when I feel like it rips my heart open and scatters my senses all around. I am breaking….