You stayed in my heart all these years And shared with me, my laughter and tears You comforted me when I was in pain And your attempts were never in vain How many times with you I did fight? And you took it all so light You taught me what life really is.
I was wandering on the edges of reality Where it morphed into my imagination So much so that I couldn’t tell them apart It all blended into one patchwork of art Lonely, and feeling deserted, I went on with my life Picking up the pieces of what was left of me That was when Read more…
It was a cold and a moonless night With a cloudless sky and no light Anxiously, the girl kept looking back And her feet began to run instead of walk She had promised to be early and on time But she had been captivated by the shining lights Her golden hair flying away with Read more…
Looking back on the days when I started writing, I invariably end up thinking about my nightmarish days in the eighth grade. After all, that was when things really changed. Back then, I had started losing all my so-called ‘friends’ because, well, my grades had hit rock bottom. I even flunked a couple of subjects. Read more…
NoI won’tI promisedNot to cry andThat’s what I’ll doYou won’t hear from meThe way your words slashedLike a knife cutting my heart openI won’t give you the satisfaction you craveAs you clawed at my heart with spidery pincersI am strong as I laugh through the winds howlingI am unruly as you play peek-a-boo with my Read more…
Once upon a time sat a merchant in his house Robbed of his riches he now sat in a hut To feed twelve children and keep their mouths shut The youngest girl of the lot was a beauty Who was subjected to cold and misery One day the merchant heard about his ship’s return And Read more…
Your time has not come, not yet! The sand trickles slowly, Down the hourglass Thanking the heavens above, You take a slow and deep breath With your loved ones around you Now the roads seem empty and vacant, Once bubbling with hurrying souls As the days morph into night To see the gift of Read more…
The puddle I jumped in as a child, is a cloud now white and fluffy. The sky got its blue from the dust I beat off The old mattress. The sun found orange shade from the air I breathed. The comets are made from the dead nail clippings of my toes. The Read more…
