An ardent learner, creator & a poet
In its internment, My heart was on Its knees, ever- Ready to serve The master’s Command. Be it burying myself under A mountain of responsibility Or diving in an ocean that Was never enough to Satiate your thirst for Perfection, I had my mind set On fulfilling your Wishes before They had to Travel upContinue reading “Exposed”
They weren’t eyes, They were Windows to you; A glimpse of my Secrets. No matter how hard I tried, Pain had a way of making Itself evident through the Brown hues fading into The morbid blackness Hovering upon my Existence. They’re tainted pink & purple, But exhaustion is always Crystal clear. Didn’t you ever feel,Continue reading “The Mirror”
Compliments -I’ve always loathed them, I mean, can’t we just keep quiet? Even Pablo Neruda would agree, After all ‘Keeping Quiet’ was his dream. Or was it just wordplay to soothe the senses and brighten perspectives? It’s funny how I sugarcoat depression, Making it taste like candy just so I can forget what self-hate doesContinue reading “In My Mind”
Your heart will give your life wings. ~Unknown The above quote has always been my favorite simply because every time I felt like giving up I only had to take out this old artwork & relive the strength I felt while making it ages ago. In a moment all my problems would seem too smallContinue reading “Words Can Heal your Heart.”
Quotes & art.
I feel agitated every time I watch the news. She’s disrespected in every possible way. Candles are lit once her eyes are devoid of light. In the spur of the moment the whole nation comes to know of her existence. I pray that this kind of fame befalls upon women no more. After the deedContinue reading “Rape – An indelible blot upon society.”
It comesIn parts,DrowingMe whollyWithin itsAbsence. -Nameera.
It was but a flame, A tiny speck of dust. But once untamed, You ran out of luck. It knew no control, It’d perish for sure. It wasn’t a mere stroll, Against it you were lured. It began with a revolt, That dawns with age. You were a thunderbolt, Satiating youthful rage. As years wentContinue reading “Innocence”
She was almost free, Her form turning hazy. A permanent memory, Slowly fed to normalcy. She was almost there, Residing in his head. Yet now her secret lair, Began to wither instead. She was never confined, With unpredictable ways. And little did he realise, That she had gone away. -Nameera. Sometimes we deliberately cling onContinue reading “Amorphous”
A very short story about religion, hate & differences ft. one of my favorite blogs.
Nameera Ever After 