Basil leaf

I swallow basil leaves out of exasperation, maa says it’s holy and sacred. I spill ganges water, pearl white on myself, my skin turns utterly dewy, lavender and rose fragrance altogether. My heart is a closed box of charcoal and honey, maa says it removes impurities and vexation. But I tell you it doesn’t eliminate… Continue reading Basil leaf

I am a flower

I am a sun kissed flower,warm and fragileflawlessly stitched array of yellow petalsgiving out hopes,slender waist sliding downhundreds of nodes arisingand forming an invigorating curveloved, exulted and appreciatedand blessed to possess all that I have and I am.I might be showered to adorn the holy temples,bloom the triumphant kids,foregathered to form a grandiloquent entranceof a… Continue reading I am a flower

Crossing

A worm crawls over the centre of my heart and denies to cease. It moves twirling and unerring. My heart is subtle today, inert in its own hedonistic ways. I can’t breathe today. I can’t move today yet I am immortal. My soul is timeless for ages. My soul is crossing the endless existence of… Continue reading Crossing

Untitled

They call my love as a stubborn scar,A wardrobe of photographs and roses.A milky spot on the silver of moon,An orb of sharp paper cuts and frozen dew. They call my love as a stubborn scar;A summer of longing,An autumn of swimming in the ocean,And staying afloat and shedding skin like airA winter of anticipation… Continue reading Untitled

Backyard

there is a bird in my backyardgreen glitter eyesAnd blue white tender feathersI wake up to her sweet. mild. twittersmaking me to gasp from a distancefrom the nooks of mahogany windowsthe shine of dazzling sun fallingyellow at a timeorange at anotherit’s a calm sightthat complements my serene expressionat the momentwhich you get to seeone in… Continue reading Backyard

The Sun, Moon and Life

The sun glows with flashy spiralsonto my dewy face and embraced neckA countenance in question. Of withering roots in charred dark, and glazing sunflowers in scintillating light. The darkness may startle one while it lights up the fluttering fireflies in twilight. The cold air must freeze itself to form the frigid snow. This humongous sun… Continue reading The Sun, Moon and Life

Tonight

tonightI would not write about stars,sun, moon or solar space,or the waves on the shore that kisses my feet,not even the sunshine that sprinkles yellow on my face,for they call itfloweryexaggerationand a pointless emissions of words. tonightI would not write about the faded mornings,sleepless nights,empty lumps formed in throat,the shivers of depression,or the sighs of… Continue reading Tonight

Shades of Despair

Engulfed in the linen sheets of miseryParched heart and doleful thoughtsMy heart survives million shades of despair.Layers of melancholy embedded in my chestlike the roots of trunk in soil.The lone grief spirals in my nightmares,as lone as a windowsill. I yearn for the luminosity in my Kohl eyesA wind, long gone and long-lost.The mornings sing… Continue reading Shades of Despair