I stand in front of my large mirror, but I do not see myself. I see the surroundings reflect in the mirror but not my body.I am wearing my favorite pale blue dress; and my silver strappy sandals but I cannot see my own vision.I am wearing my round spectacles, but I suppose that’s an overkill... Continue Reading →
The signs were distinct, playfully teased my instinct.But I was bitten and shy,I knew better, I did. That cuckoos coo, even when the spring is far ahead. The crows caw on the window, but no one might visit your shed.
Who gave Pain a bad name? Reputation of a bad boy everyone warned you about. Nobody wants to hang out with him; for it’s not the roses he brings, but thorns. And when you bleed and cry, he calls you weak, mocking you. He is nobody’s friend, but loves company. He gets off on your... Continue Reading →
There are some waves that touch your soul a little bit.Some not much at all. There are waves that soak you, with all the dirt it’s got.As you live and breathe, waves will come and go. Me, I am here at this shore.. ..waiting for a wave that will consume me..cleanse me.. heal me. ... Continue Reading →
Most of my nights are spent in a dim-lit room. The warm glow from a bedside lamp bathes my space. A small lamp perches next to a Bose mini speaker, a book or two, a cork coaster painted with a sketch of an old-age TV, a japamala to rescue me from any paranormal. In the... Continue Reading →
Come back.Leave your mark on my lips,and mess up my hair. Mend the soul you broke, and restore my being. Then go away and never return.
I will no longer close my eyes when asking for wishes. Why? My mind is conditioned to be calm as soon as my top lash meets the bottom lash. This downward motion of my eyelid puts me in a state of meditative calmness where wishes no longer exist. On the other side of my closed... Continue Reading →
" Darkness means different things to different people. Just like Light. "
Once a beacon of light, now a tourist spot.No, not the temple. The lighthouse that once showed harbour to ships on stormy nights. Now it beckons land travellers and photographers like me who look for stillness in the backdrop of tides. I could be a lighthouse keeper. I could trim the wicks. I too, do... Continue Reading →
Are you a morning person or a night person? Morning. I say without missing a beat. What do mornings have, that evenings don't? Potential.