Stars in her Head

Listening to the cosmos is peaceful, as I crush grass that tickles my heart, as the wind whistles, and the amora of the rivers rush through the wind. Soon, the night will come alive and I will get to be with the stars, burning forever for light. In the night the colours are often hidden…

Dear Heart

Don’t shiver for she is far, Dont fret, for her voice that you once met is no more around the thin air of your pulse. Don’t go beyond what is yours, The rain of blood, Letting nerves grow. Letting it all be red in the darkness. Love splashing silence into screams, Silence. Silence. Dont run…

Surreal

Surreal is thy flow that befalls reality into the arms of the divine. Surrender in love. To greet the skies. Alive.

Jane Tu Ya Jane Na

It had been a while since I took in oxygen and the essence of life reached my heart. I think that’s how we grow, building walls across the sole existence of our true self. It hit me when she said, “You cannot really love, you barely know what love is, you don’t know. But you…

My Tsunami and Tears

When I looked into her eyes… I heard violins bleeding melancholy. Her eyes had trapped a poet. The music that held my mind poisoned my senses to the outside world. It was a cold breeze that entrapped my soul, I felt as if I am standing on the edge of my existence. Waves hitting the…

A Letter to Love

Dear Diary, I might die with words that belong to your pages. Some pages that belong to her, hopefully, she will understand. I was born to a beautiful life. Lived like a song and hit highs that no one shall attain. The song got too loud to ignore when I asked questions about this universe…

Subconscious Superheros

A night before her birthday, Erika decided to sleep in the balcony. She felt a strange warmth in the sight of the Indian lilacs filtering the moonlight to reach the road. Unlike other girls, Erika never liked the idea of Birthdays hovering over the sense of expectations. Her eyelids slowly gave up on the love…

On the Corpse of the Cosmos

I am lost and seeking refuge. At times, at home, where everything is the same, I feel a surge of alienation. Alienation leading to the path of surreal yet complete encapsulation of illusions. I sit down, numb everything but my forehead. It takes a while to forget the trauma of my sense. Slowly, a serene…