Coffee date

what happened to those coffee dates? Where we used to sip from our cuppas sharing comfortable silence…the air loaded with anticipation of what’s to come next. How innocently we used to apologize when our knees brushed under the table. We apologized like nervous schoolchildren.Sharing few words, nothing fancy. Those longing stares, which we didn’t know what they could develop into. I enjoyed your company, you … Continue reading Coffee date

Men and Dreams in the Dhauladhar by Kochery C. Shibu- Book Review.

First of all, I wanna say that- I absolutely loved this book, thoroughly enjoyed it actually. The book’s like a complicated recipe, you don’t know what’s in it and you sure won’t know what it tastes like after you eat it, and keep anticipating throughout the process. The three important characters- Nanda, Khusru, and Rekha are intricately brought together in the mountains of Dhauladhar. Their … Continue reading Men and Dreams in the Dhauladhar by Kochery C. Shibu- Book Review.

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