Sneakers/Heels

the way she walks the way she talks her body language her style, so boisterous, so wild. elegance and class are no where to be seen, who’d want to be with her so emo, so mean. . . . don’t flatter yourself, hun she is and has always been a queen. her feet are on…

Bearers of this age’s burden/

12:00 am . /a jigsaw puzzle in their head a labyrinth, with no way out feeling too much ain’t a curse bearers of this age’s burden shush! don’t say this out loud! respect is theirs who adhere to the rules shut the psychedelics shut the imaginatives shut the surreal it’s a practical world, be afraid…

home’/refuge’/’आसरा’

आसरा/ out of all the battles she faces in a day, the hardest one is when she finally lie down in bed and try to sleep. The day’s struggles often make her not pay heed to her most difficult battle because the world’s noises and the people somehow make her forget about it. . ….

Mules in a Concrete Zoo

/A step inside the metro Squeezing self, adjusting Balancing on toes as I stand On the floor, amidst the crowd, I look around. Tired faces, heavy shoulders Their eyes speak the tales of exhaustion Living life in a spiral, running running Getting nowhere, As they work 9 to 5 behind the desk Superior yelling, client…

Caged/

/caged The wings flutter A struggle, the art she creates The meaning? The reason? It’s all in her head To set free, to clear the gray Breaking the bars, the shackles Of the prison her mind has create A rebel for her life Her feet on the ground, Watch her breakway.

My cure

I felt safe For the first time in a long time When I felt his eyes on me. Hues of brown and grey A universe I want to get lost in, exploring. Distance of few inches Between our silly faces In his arms, my heart races. A lust for a place faraway, A place I…

The Dusky Artistry

The sky, tangerine A natural canvas An art so serene I looked at you, capturing the scene You smiled at me, Beautiful, your just being The light bouncing off your eyes, freeing You, lost in getting the perfect canvas click, I took a step back, grasping You and the sky, a fusion, an ART I…

A rebellious dove

Eyes dark What she has experienced is darker; Skin soft Her soul is softer; A world and yet another world One in her head and the second around her; Constant spiral thoughts her head weaves She fights a fight no one can ever see; Smudged kajal and a ciggarete A dark room, an aura An…

Human Journal

My journal is my life. Every page of the journal I fill with color or ink describes me, my life, my messed up head. Every pattern or every sketch drawn in that journal portray my experiences throughout. It is that one thing apart from a novel that I carry with me always, with a black…

Espresso?

Maybe we all have an Espresso in our lives.