A Photograph, That Reminds Me Of…

Sparkling eyes and tender flesh are shielded  From the world in a tight hug. A photograph captures my father’s love. Gentle waves come home to shore, sloshing against the sand,  A constant in this changing land. Sunset paints the azure sky,  And its fiery orb disappears into cool gray water. A paradise in a different world, Away from troubles and danger, During innocent days I … Continue reading A Photograph, That Reminds Me Of…

The tears in my mother’s eyes

The battleground is my cathedral, But, there’s more to the story, than what it appears. A war written story, from blood and from tears. My son went to war, a very proud man. He fought in Rajasthan, on the hot desert sands. He witnessed his buddies, his comrades, his men, bleeding and dying, he witnessed their end. He’s blown up all around, his comrades spent … Continue reading The tears in my mother’s eyes

Pretty girls don’t light their own cigarettes

I can feel my lungs collapsing with every shallow breath and I can’t decide if it’s the holes left behind, from cigarette smoke burns, Or the pieces of me that followed behind you. It’s 1:05 now and as much as I keep trying to warp the truth, the minutes tick on leaving me stranded in seconds of long lost times. And I know cigarette fills … Continue reading Pretty girls don’t light their own cigarettes

I’d rather be some other place, a poem close to my heart

Sparkling eyes and tender flesh are shielded From the world in a tight hug. A photograph captures my father’s love. Gentle waves come home to shore, sloshing against the sand, A constant in this changing land.  The sunset paints the azure sky, And its fiery orb disappears into cool gray water. A paradise in a different world, Away from troubles and danger, During innocent days … Continue reading I’d rather be some other place, a poem close to my heart

Our past lives, it’s like Déjà vu

They say past lives don’t exist They aren’t real We just need to hear about ourselves It’s how we cope, just how we deal. We only exist until we don’t DNA is why we’re “unique” Horoscopes and the cosmos are for a mind that’s meek We romanticize as shortcuts to answers we seek. Yet we hear great songs with our hearts Before our ears And … Continue reading Our past lives, it’s like Déjà vu

We don’t talk anymore, but I do miss you.

I look behind me, and the soft blur steadies slowly, squinted my eyes a few more times and I now see clearly. It’s a broken bridge, there’s a hollow gap, a deep emptiness that separates us. We used to share intimate little spaces, strange but familiar darkness, and the perfect amount of comfortable silence. I used to fill your cracks with these tiny flowers that … Continue reading We don’t talk anymore, but I do miss you.

Unsure of uncertainty

“Let’s take the night into the morning!” read Deep loudly from Rumi’s cell phone. “What’s that supposed to mean? What’s going on here?” Deep had asked. Rumi had feigned ignorance while grabbing the phone from him citing that she was surprised herself as to how that ‘person’ had got her number. She was well aware of the multitude of lies that she had been privy … Continue reading Unsure of uncertainty

You just took off and walked away

Here’s a new poem, I wrote this while I was having my cold coffee and bf started to leave. Although he just left for work, l wrote the poem signifying the absence of your lover when you break up. Hurts a lot, sadly 😭🤧 Anyways, don’t worry guys, everything is okay 😍✌️ My iced coffee and your warm coffee in front of each other, my … Continue reading You just took off and walked away