The soul inside you.

The soul has no color, race or class. It’s an element that fits wherever there is enough space to live. What happens when soul meets flesh? Color, race, gender, community to name just a few. From being an element so unique to being put under countless labels, how do you think your soul feels? OrContinue reading “The soul inside you.”

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Little Things

A promotion this week, At a job you excel. The success you seek, Lies on your doorstep. A dinner at an outlet, With people you call family. Tonight you welcome all expenses, For money is the remedy. She stares at the roof, Waiting for daddy to be home. But the brother calls her a fool,Continue reading “Little Things”

Down the memory lane

Waiting for my fingers to type all that I remember about you, I find my fingers adamantly questioning your worth. What if you turn out to be another waste of ink, of paper & effort? I have trapped you in mind long enough. It’s time for you to go. You were worth my mind allContinue reading “Down the memory lane”

The pride of universal donors.

“You know, you’re a universal donor” back then I had little to no knowledge of what it meant but I’d brag around my friends & tell them how special my blood was. One fine day in grade 10 we had a chapter in Biology that included a small portion about blood types. It sparked enoughContinue reading “The pride of universal donors.”

Don’t get too close

Don’t get too close, You’ll either end up broken or break a soul. The greatest point of vulnerability for me has always been getting people to know too much about me. I’ve always been happy knowing less and understanding more about them. I want them to be the same way with me. But things don’tContinue reading “Don’t get too close”

Grey

See the light, They say. It’s within, Learn to embrace. I did, I failed. In between, Is where I rest. There’s no light, There’s no dark. All that there’s in sight, Is a grey mark. I’m happy, Not sane. I’m lonely, Not depressed. I’m me, In a strangers body. I can love, As I dieContinue reading “Grey”

#2 The story of a thorn

Every thorn has a story, That no one wants to hear. But he was more than eager, To get even a glimpse of it. He was willing to prick, His finger over and over again. He would bleed for her, Till death came by her hands. She was by no means, Moved initially. But hisContinue reading “#2 The story of a thorn”

#1 The making of a thorn

She was fragile enough, To let her petals bleed. A mindless little rose, In a desert of thirsty travellers. They stripped her of her color, Shattered her roots to the core. Myriad of travellers came by, But none stayed by her side. Her tenderness dissolved in thin air, As her leaves began falling. In placeContinue reading “#1 The making of a thorn”