There seems to be this run,That never ends;Where I pick wild flowersAs I pass through the endless lanes!At times day, mostly nightsI jog, I walk, to fetch… Read more “I seem to chase memories, like the dogs chase the day”
Happiness is a scary thing
I’ve longed for daysWhere I would laugh a laughForgetting my existenceAnd that of yours;Where the eyes would tearAs I compose myselfBefore I break, into another oneWhere there… Read more “Happiness is a scary thing”
Everywhere I go, I bring the rain
The grass seems dryIs the drought so bad?How would I lieWhen it looks all sad? Maybe I should sitAnd watch the Sun set,As I let the tears… Read more “Everywhere I go, I bring the rain”
You are enough
Seasons have passedMy Greys have aged,And yet I wonder stillIf I’m enough to live! Tease, taunts and tantrumsTo find myself “the one”;To guide, guard and growAs the… Read more “You are enough”
Blue pill or the red pill?
Which one would it be?Which one should it be?Would it change my course of life?Should it be my chance at life?Which one would it be?Which one should… Read more “Blue pill or the red pill?”
Will I ever be home?
A dull slow summer dayWhere I’m drenched in sweat With an unquenched thirst!My lips feel dryWith my thoughts awryWhere every minute is a silent cry!I look for… Read more “Will I ever be home?”
A room with no doors and four windows
Am I a trapped jinnConfined to a cellIn a closed bottle;Where I could see ’em allBut live or feel none of them! Am I the lost princessCaged… Read more “A room with no doors and four windows”
I want to sink into my sadness and know that someone will pull me out!
I want to take a deep diveInto the dark corners of my mind;Where the ghost of a sad child fallsFrom a broken swing, in a loop! I… Read more “I want to sink into my sadness and know that someone will pull me out!”
Truth or lie
I drop my dainty tracesOn pieces that I pen,A past, a dream, a hopeSafely wrapped and hid!A game of truth and liesIs what you get to play,Where… Read more “Truth or lie”
We are no sixteen
Life and naive laughterUnder the blue skyFeelings and flowersNone with a wry;All of the firstsAnd few of the lastsAll have been feltBy the young frail cast;Dancing in… Read more “We are no sixteen”