Try

Internal struggle, their sense of numbness, and contemplation of their past, amidst their bleak surroundings, trying to comprehend emotions and feelings.

Axis

A week more than 25 years,And I still can’t figure out the difference between if, maybe and but,“If we meet, we might see the stars”“Maybe one day it would be enough ”“But it could change the next time”It all means the same to me,Exactly same, could just be different plots on the time axis, yet... Continue Reading →

Painting

If I am a painting, hang me in a silent corner of your room, Where the wall is covered with tarnished wood and the bed with tarnishing words, Where I get the space to understand the waves of my heart, And it’s perfunctory display of emotions, Where I could be a scribbled musing in between... Continue Reading →

You*

If I had to write essays about everything cliche, I would’ve picked you as the title And pen down your entirety in twenty six alphabets. One for your eyes, Two for your hair, Three for your lips, And Twenty others for your flare. But, you are too close to be an aberration, That I would... Continue Reading →

Wind like your hair

The wind is like your hair,Flowing when you pose like a statue,Standing still when you are running across the horizon,Titillating when you take a turn to the other side of the bed,Shimmering like a meteor shower when you flip them after a bath,Dancing with you in your joys,Curling up in a bun in your sorrows,Covering... Continue Reading →

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