An ardent learner, creator & a poet
The distance is a mist eddying upon my thighs She plays the lyre that resembles eternity Grapes have been growing around my wrists My feet taste like oranges swallowed by the steps they take The portrait of a holy tomb stares at me I feel my shoulders turn into minarets My stomach morphs into aContinue reading “A Sigh of Freedom”
The skies are wilting leaves Today it rains like petals falling from above Flowers of heaven shed their eternity The earth laughs in cyclones and hailstorms When she claps her hands forests are laid ablaze The fire slowly subsides when the windows are shut And doors forget what it was like to be laid bare,Continue reading
Teal skies peeling off their skin Their mouth is dripping with diamonds They smell like paradise under the yellow sun The chair is paper, it crumbles beneath my weight My hair tastes of wood Orange juice splattered across the counter A broken hand caressing the flower vase The floor is water and I slip IContinue reading “Weakening”
Daylight is the kind of hope fumbling for words simply because you don’t give her enough space to expand her lungs and search for the sun rays like an infant trying to pronounce the alphabet. She’s waiting on the other end while darkness covers you head to toe, she calls out to you while youContinue reading “Daylight”
A perennial shower of peace spreads across my chest Joy crawls over my body like sticky ants Their sweet blood infuses with mine I hear a song these curtains muse~ They’ve been watching me curl up and inside, They’ve been learning my silent wish; A lily settles upon my lashes My fingers extract the elixirContinue reading “Curtains”
Hell. All this time, he spoke to me in varied hues of oranges and reds. He whispered in flames that burned my head, he moved about in a curfew that swept my need for fresh air. I am a tree, with a broken heart carved on my stomach. The knots of insomnia tighten around myContinue reading “Staircase to Earth”
Maple syrup dreams The garden of roses doused in reds Buzzing of bees at your kneecap A handicap desire skips in the middle of my chest My mouth is a hollow cave It hollows out on a platform of colorful lies My paper heart crumbles with laughter This music makes me love you like neverContinue reading “Maple Syrup”
The gap between my teeth widens I’m six years of carelessness and a body clothed in flesh My flesh is skin and a human anatomy I’m yet to understand My flesh is carrot juice and French fries My flesh is a subtraction of the numerical, perhaps the only confusion in my life My flesh isContinue reading “D I V I D E”
The metaphysics of my existence circumvent the physiology that reeks of me. My nose, my ears, my mouth and my hands are tales that hum Mozart across park benches on a windy afternoon. There is a moon that grows in the middle of my chest, it grows until writing feels like playing the piano andContinue reading “YOU”
When they say, ‘Open up!’ what I see is the picture of my heart running like a wild goose in a jungle of confusion. It often steps in a puddle of familiarity but slowly, that very puddle begins to wet its feathers in droplets of shame. How could I’ve been so reckless? Did they reallyContinue reading “Open Up”
Nameera Ever After 