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”
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”
I remember the Colorful question Mark in my old Sketchbook from When I was 13 A clueless rhythm Shook me to the Core while the Sea failed to kiss The shore I stood still My feet crushing The sand underneath Waiting for answers Then in the distance I watched the sun set Birds flying towardContinue reading “The Question Mark”
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”
Purple curtains drape Windows that are shut So tight not even air Gets through, Aphixiated Anticipated Assimilated I stare at a wall For hours on end. I’m laughing now, Like a child he says Because I bob my head Back and fourth as fits Of laughter distort my Vision. I’m happy, Drowning in this momentContinue reading “Inertia”
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”
Hey y’all! About 2 months ago I mentioned in one of my posts that I was going to talk about my apprehensions on moving to India. So, here it goes. 1. Nostalgia. I don’t think there’s a way to avoid this. Every minute I breathe, eat, or talk there’s going to be an inevitable waveContinue reading “Apprehensions Regarding Bharat.”
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”
It comesIn parts,DrowingMe whollyWithin itsAbsence. -Nameera.
A very short story about religion, hate & differences ft. one of my favorite blogs.