Blushing cheeks and sweaty hands, Heartbeats dance a butterfly dance, Almost like love. … Engraved initials in inky hearts, Stolen glances and hidden love notes, Almost like love. … Spring breeze and sashaying trees, Blossoming lilies in burbling creeks, Almost like love. … Silver moonlight and twinkling stars, Granted wishes in stardust shower, Almost likeContinue reading “Almost like love”
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One more life
“Listen”, he said, Turning and looking at her serene, sleepy face, To which, she raised a brow, Without opening her eyes, “Don’t go”, he said, “just stay..” She smiled, eyes still shut, Tracing a finger on d edges of his face, Making a mental note of his features, “You know”, she chimed, “I don’t wantContinue reading “One more life”
I want you to stay
Because I wear my heart on my sleeve, And I’ve had it broken many a times, By relying too much, or sometimes too little, Or letting my hopes fly too high, Like a raging wildfire.. Before you came by And you showed me.. That it was ok.. to expect people to love you The wayContinue reading “I want you to stay”
Shades of silence
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”
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.
Wabi Sabi 