AN EQUINOCTIAL LOVE STORY

🌞 Riding on the northern wind He was the harbinger of joy She, the bedecked face of earth In her summer glory looked coy.  She, always moving in her familiar little orbit Often passed him by – a traveller, a nomad Who brought her a bounty of fruits when he halted And flew by, showering flowers […]

Love And Isomania 

There are not many things that can scare you  when you have insomnia.  Just like the fact  that there are not many things  that can put you to sleep, Exactly like the fact  that there are more things  that can keep you awake.  Like the side of the bed  that is always either too warm  or […]

Untitled #5 

i’m not so fond of love poems anymore, so i begin this poem as an attempt to unlove you. to brush the dust off my piano, that has spent way too many years at the back of my garage, along with pieces of your memories. you see, the concept of love, to me, has always […]

//Three things about heartbreak or suicide//

i.  Holding hands doesn’t make sense anymore. You’ve stayed still for far too long And your sweaty palms Do not offer enough friction To let you hold on anymore. So you let go. ii. You wish you had taken  Swimming lessons in sixth grade. Maybe then you would​ know how to stay afloat Without letting […]

Speak Silence To Me.

Speak silence to me. Speak to me not in sentences, but sighs, Not in syllables, but smiles Not in voice but in the entire depth of your eyes Speak silence to me In glances and grins And the little movements of wrists And fingertips Speak to me the spaces between words Like we are strangers […]

THINKING OVER OVER-THINKING

We poor, over-thinking people. Present to us a piece of bread on a plate, we’ll be wondering about why you gave it late, why the bread is burnt, why you walked the way you did, why the sun is shining just a little bit more fervently today… In other words, almost any random occurrence in this universe […]

Dear Mom, 

An open letter to the woman who has always picked up my pieces and glued them back together.  Dear mom,  1. The first day of lower kindergarten, and I came to you crying, saying that someone had pinched me at school.  “Why are you saying that to me? Go fight your own battles.” That was […]