A sneak-peek inside a dream-cluttered, coffee-splattered, poetry-bleeding, story-spawning soul.
Gazing into the dark distance, I listen for love songs sighing amidst the barren branches. The fireflies of last summer have been washed away by the salt of dry expanses of solitude. The shadow of a desert storm wrecks the remnants of an unsung ghazal. I shut my eyes to the galaxies that stare at … Continue reading Night’s Lament
But didn't someone say That love is a trap? That we see only its light And not its shadows? वो पूछते हैं के हम कुछ ख़फ़ा से लगते हैं क्यों हम ने पूछा न मगर उनसे जफ़ाओं का सबब।। You came along Like the blaze of dawn, And like a sudden eclipse Left my world … Continue reading Soupires Mélancoliques
But then, if I fall, I could fall in place Or fall apart. You Could break into my heart Or break my heart. Either way, I don't mind. Because this, my love, Is my hamartia: It would be a dream come true If you gave me a home In your arms. But it would be … Continue reading Hamartia
"Love is a trap. When it appears, we see only its light, not its shadows." -Paulo Coelho You steal glances at me From the far corner of a perpetually shrinking world. I hold my breath, and Slowly simmer in the fires Of hell. The parched earth Breaks into a thousand pieces When you come Like … Continue reading Of Light and Shadows
And again it rained. A lost lullaby lingers in my breath; Stale love lies infested with ants on the kitchen counter, And a half eaten pancake stack Garnished with your absence Awaits me at breakfast. Your pride-stained shirt collar Is still soaking in peroxide. I was expecting last night's pills To keep me asleep a … Continue reading Of Ruins and Rains
Last night, I dreamt we fell in love. I dreamt that the sun Bled between our lips, And we kissed. We kissed like heaven and earth had met after eternity. We melted In the crevices of each other's lips. I dreamt we watched the stars quiver in the distance And the eastern clouds blush As … Continue reading Last Night
Your voice still rings fresh in my ears Like drops of rain still sparkling upon blades of grass After a storm. Do you miss me, love? Do the soft rays of a winter sun Still caress you like I did One November afternoon? Today, the clouds wept bitterly; And as I walked alone on the … Continue reading The Afterstorm
Perhaps I'm falling in love with you. And it’s so deep, Augustus, You’d have to be a bullet To get out of my heart.
When we first met, he looked deep into my eyes, The summer rains were saying their last goodbyes. I knew nothing about love Nothing but fairytales— Cloudy promises grandma made Hoping I'd marry into a family she approved of. He was not the chosen one, but I— I took him for more than that; I … Continue reading Lessons in Love
You and I Will always remain unfinished business. So pick up—pick up the hugs we never had; Pick up the miles we never walked, The sunsets we never watched together—and stuff them into your backpack. You have a long journey to make. The promises I was always afraid to make, The uncertainties that kept us … Continue reading Unfinished
The Writer Who Sings 