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. Advertisements

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…

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…

Comfort in a foreign land

I spent my first night at Singapore with my long relation cousin and let me just say it, they are family goals, well at least for me. Staying with couples like those reestablishes your missing confidence in affection, regard, connections and everything that comes in the middle of from from commitment issues which many millennials…

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…

An outcast

“Be what you want to be” A saying, Killed by another saying many preach, “Money is all you need”. Passions silenced, desires compromised To survive You need to participate In the rat race of life. Follow your dreams, “but there is risk!” “Why not do something which earns you security real quick?” People forced to…

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…

A fight.

strong, full of thrill, risk takers and stubborn, a ‘he’ and a ‘she’ as an ‘us’ against a storm called ‘distance’

Not always

Not always Is your day Life has bizarre ways Of hitting you hard. Gravity works You cannot fly forever You have to touch the ground. No matter how much you deny We cannot control time It controls us. I hit the rock bottom And it hurts so bad How foolish of me To be stubborn…

Friends turned into lovers

Two humans Always having each other’s back The world knew about their bond A habit which everyone had Of calling out their names together Like it was one single word How beautiful they looked Arriving and leaving together Sharing jokes together Years of knowing each other Knowing each other Better Better than them knowing themselves…