Under the humble moon

And then I sat under the humble moon— whilst wondering my life; I loom the silence from vehement thoughts into poems—I knit the rarest of words into verses; as I race my time backwards onto laces—thoughts of school chases, typically forgotten memories raises anxiety; recrudesce— the forgotten faces, within the souvenir lane lay the traces;…

Answer

There are destinations in the dark, hard to reach and hidden in muck, and we do not know where our legs lead us, but we do know how our fingers blend the phrases; leaving traces as path races it paces into breaches, leading us all to different places, thence below the summer sun, the breezes…

A sky full of scars; the stars

We are girls, We’re silly and sentimental, we cry when we lose control, we laugh even when somebody tells us the stupidest and lamest of the jokes, we take time in getting ready, because people don’t take us untidy, we go in groups to the washrooms, and whisper even when not sharing any secrets, We…

Netted Alignment

Similar to any other sport— it had rules too, the null was called the love— probably just to woo, you’re just to serve the shuttlecock diagonally, and could wonder you’re a player already, a net in between— and in one ‘every bat, thank god my contender’s gut was intact; thence though I stood idly staring…

Crispy chaos

One day; when surly, I walked down the alley— accidentally for the last recites— to the last giant oak tree of my street— to escape the sun; I seep and sat below it, and as to suppress my tears; of a sudden, the silence began to speak— whispering out aloud, “I’ve neared my last breath, I…

1 Am thoughts

In the vibrant colors of very dark nights’, I needed a guiding light to guide me right. I saw you at a distance, at unreachable heights, And walked forwards until I was in your sight. I put my trust in your wheedles, But I was only taking silent needles, And before I realized that I…

I write to create myself

Life remains a maze, unwrapped never. Suddenly Music speaks through zephyr, and with ripples of water, flow the rhythms. Then is the perfect time for you to know, what life states in your chapter. Most of my life was found bringing words together, words that tend to be silent through pain and sorrow and cherish…

A soul that’s sold

A little girl walked up to me and questioned “am I the last of my species?” A wild laughter broke from within, soon she ran and I chased her to the river. Her eyes drowning off tears, hand shivering, lips screaming and pleasing me to spare her life. I neared to tear her flesh, lustrous…

My Denouement

Today I’m writing a story of my own. A story i never wanted to put on a paper. but still to the future me i write today. I will be taking leave from my Blog after this piece of life, until i find a new start. This is no opus i’m writing, just an oeuvre…

Cradle to grave

All of a sudden everything changed. It was all different from where I was all my life. In fear and insecurity I began to drown my eyes, yowl in vain. Two strange hands and ten large fingers carried me out of the white room. I noticed I was bleeding, but the blood on me didn’t…

A journey to death

  I was born a normal girl like the other. One day I stood a scandal for the people, where my sister stood a scamp, She alone called me a scanty scapegrace, but i could witness a many naming her a scally, though She kept herself calling sceptre..! I know, that I don’t stand with…

And she stood there

  Our first looks, first conversation, first walk and first argument. Quartet fortnights passed in silence, i remained in solitude, my penance, Seeking impetus to move on but hindrance, from past, that mostly had her fragrance. didn’t we have love in our life? we had enough, but still we did strife, our break up had ran…