I wonder what the colour of unspoken words would be? The thoughts tinted by the emotion, Would it be amaranthine, like the blushing cheeks every time you saw your crush? Or aquamarine, blending with the calmness of an otherwise turbulent sea, An esoteric eburnean, like a blank canvas, waiting to be painted with lush greenContinue reading “Shades of silence”
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Come dance with me
I know, and you know, That we’re only momentary, Cramped within the lifespan of a snowflake, Or a marshmallow dipped in hot chocolate, A hangover that lasts, only until next morning, But while we’re here, under the starlit skies, Let’s leave the affliction for tomorrow, The pain and the sorrow, Till then, come dance withContinue reading “Come dance with me”
A sick rose
Years have passed, Since I wrote, A word, a letter, To you, about you. I don’t hope, To see you, Nor do I wish, To find you. And yet, Here I am, Rummaging through pages, Of an old diary. All I find, Are broken dreams, Unfulfilled desires and, A sick rose!
A path is made by walking on it
When Alice went after the white rabbit, T’was all about fun and glory, It isn’t exactly a fairy tale though, When the rabbit hole becomes, a part of your story. You stretch and pull yourself With the “eat me” and “drink me” things, Posing yourself with or against, The weights that tug at your will.Continue reading “A path is made by walking on it”
Black-out poetry
Today, I’ve tried to make my own little version of black out poetry from my favourite book. It’s about finding or making our own path. Hope it is appreciated and liked.
Pain never vanishes
What hurts the most? The goodbye you don’t see coming, The friendship you don’t see ending, The leaf, whose agony of falling, Goes unseen with the wind.. The transient blast of a supernova, The birth of a creation, Who is to measure.. The magnitude of its explosion?? The parting of a dear one, That leftContinue reading “Pain never vanishes”
Winnie’s Sijo
We brought Theo home, a bundle of joy, Trying to get over our loss, in his playful manners… In the graveyard, Winnie lays at rest, forgotten.
One moon is not enough
So they taught in school, That Jupiter has 79 moons, And Saturn has 82, If people lived on those planets, What would they do?? How would they tell one moon from another, And how would they study stuff, And that always made me wonder, If one moon is ever enough. To be someone’s muse, ToContinue reading “One moon is not enough”
Furniture of my heart
Welcome to the humble abode of my heart, Just mind your head a bit, And leave your shoes in the steel blue shoe rack, In the hallway of the inferior vena cava. … Let me invite you for tea, In the autumnal red atrium, Passing through the tricuspid door entry, Leaving our rancour outside. …Continue reading “Furniture of my heart”
Lajja
LAJJA Could mean apprehension A reluctance to open up, Could mean reserved, Or even hesitation, The best version by far is coyness, The muse, alluring its artist.
Wabi Sabi 