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”
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”
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”
If feelings did not exist, Would hearts have any meaning? If there wasn’t pain to resist, Would our hearts still be beating? If nothing ever changed, Would life make much sense? If souls never had an end, Would we ever repent? If bodies never died, Would we live forever? If mere existence thrived, Would anyoneContinue reading “Life”
As my secrets grew, They weighed me down. There were not even few, Who saw me drown. My only outlet came, Through a paper and pen. Till poems became, The secrets I tell. Veiled with metaphors, I can cry my heart out. The feelings I had in store, Now have a voice so loud. –Nameera.
People always wonder what makes me do crazy stuff to my hair. From extreme color to extreme haircuts, I’ve probably done it all. The last time I remember having really long hair reaching my waist was back when I was 11. A year later I got a really short, above shoulder length layered haircut. TillContinue reading “The story behind my hair.”
She had been trying to hide me all day long. Her eyes are fixed on the ceiling. To an outsider it may seem as though she’s listlessly staring at the wall but I know what she’s really looking at. All the memories are played by her mind and she relives it all; the joy andContinue reading “If Tears Could Think”
If you had wings, Would you let them destroy you? Or would you rather fly, Exploring skies unknown? Don’t give up hope just because you don’t have wings. You don’t need them to fly. All you need is a heart brave enough to endure your differences and make them your strength.
“Her lips traced her laughter, her lungs could barely contain the joy”. The music was loud and people I called my friends laughed with me. A minute has passed and we’re still cracking over some lame joke. An incongruous feeling settles deep inside my heart. I feel it getting stronger with each passing minute. I’mContinue reading “A state of mind”
There was once a time when i dreamt with my eyes closed, of things beyond imagination. With age, wit & so called wisdom; transient waters of time washed away those winsome eyes. All that remains, are dreams. Yes, dreams that we see with open eyes, that are nothing but a reflection of reality. The veryContinue reading “Dreams.”