The Dark Side

I succumb to the walls, Retiring all my beliefs. My fears standing tall, Dance upon my relief. The ceiling is tainted, As shadows pirouette. Their tunes are painted, Along hues of contempt. This conjunction joining, Two different parts of me. Is a neat & willful catering, To a darker side you never see. -Nameera.

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Pride

A very long poem about pride, Helios & Phaethon.

Oculus

Circling this holy tomb, We sharpen our spears. The rising blood moon, Is destined to appear. The night is stretched, Across these shadows. Demons so wretched, Stoke rage with bellows. The hole you’re left with, Engraved upon the heart. Is the window; too stiff, To let life take a start. Tear the curtains apart, SmashContinue reading “Oculus”

Barren

She’s the desert he left, For greener pastures. Losely tied weft threads, Dismantled their stature. Winsome eyes once bore, A dream now distorted. They saw a family of four, But her fertility retorted. Society labelled her ‘barren’, Restricting her existence. With falling tears she is laden, Asking God for repentance. Her shreiks reverberate, As SheContinue reading “Barren”

Colors

All the colors she’s living, Black, tangerine & pink. Is his majestic giving, For as long as he lives. Once death meets man, She’s stripped of her hues. Bangles taken off her hand, She sings the lonely muse. Pushing her into the fire, They send her away to him. Colorful bangles she admired, Now pierceContinue reading “Colors”

Self-Growth

What is creativity? Well, its definition goes something like this. Focus on the synonyms above- imagination, innovation, originality & individuality. These are elements that make one creative. I think self-growth is the most basic kind of creativity that we’re all inherently capable of. We’re constantly creating ourselves. We re-create ourselves as we break. The canvasContinue reading “Self-Growth”

Let Her Be

Don’t confine her in poems & prose, You can’t win her over with a rose. Leave expectations far behind, When you’re entering her mind. She isn’t the heroine of your story, Her past is the one filled with glory. Raw beauty by definition, She’s devoid of limitations. She has bled to the core, Yet she’sContinue reading “Let Her Be”

18 & melancholic!

Today was simply one heck of a morning! I was sound asleep in my room when distinct voices woke me up. At first they were unclear but soon I could make out what my mother was saying on the phone, “Oh, how much did you get? What about Nameera?”, the last line was a signalContinue reading “18 & melancholic!”