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... Continue Reading →

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To that strange building/

i was just a regular passerby passing you by daily thinking, wondering that amidst all the regular slim grey skyscrapers, you, with your different beautiful structure, with your tangerine and salmon hues confidently stand erect. catching my eye, setting an example for us dumb humans who cover up our unique and settle for the ordinary.... Continue Reading →

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... Continue Reading →

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. . .... Continue Reading →

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... Continue Reading →

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 dada, my superman

//when she was born, I was afraid to hold her. When I held her, She grabbed my finger With her delicate little twinkie And oh! The glow my heart felt The innocence in her eyes made me melt. When she was a kid, She used to cling to me when I used to come back... Continue Reading →

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... Continue Reading →

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