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….

Annihilation.

At tender years of life, He obliterated me. Shattered my very soul With monstrous cold hands And a steely hold.   No bruises to show Neither scars Nor wounds, My eyes spill it all.   What had I done? Was it all my fault? I was a mere toddler Blind to the blemishes of the…

drowning.

Lesioned blue lips Of the winters bitter In the pith of her soul, Meet the blue Underneath her. How pure, how sweet. Shoved away, her Pelagic musings, Dotting her mind With foam and corals. Tears, Drowned, where they belong, Trickle away unseen. Decamp the morbid‚Äč world Into the unknown.

Depression: Let’s Talk.

  Depression isn’t as fancy as this world thinks, it is. It is not something desirable and it is definitely not a tool for attention. It isn’t about being unable to sleep at night. It is about being wide awake on a morning and being oblivious to everything around you, at the same time. It…

Breathe.

Freshly cut grass and sweat and soap, smell them on you by the folds of your skin.   Breakdowns at one. Mendings by four,   Crying and weeping Sleeping and dreaming Living and dying At the heart’s door.   Cold shower in the winters, flushed cheeks and heat, kisses on the foreheads And hearts skipping…

u n t i t l e d .

I write, I pour my soul out here, I serve you the platter of my doubts.   I succumb, I fall, to conversations at three. I cry, I weep, fall teary to sleep.   I hope, I pray that you shall see, that you and I, we are all I’ll ever need.   I see,…

Things Shall Begin Again(?)

I don’t know what to name this feeling. I am not even sure if it’s good or bad for others. I can feel my inner-self crunch and reshape inside of me. It’s so calming. I am not seeing what they called beautiful. I see the small ‘beautifuls’ in everything now. In everything that is around…