What if you are given a chance to watch your dream and reality simultaneously; how long will it be before you run to something that is turning uncertain? As we transitioned from school to college, from freedom to living safe, lockdown, a lot was missed, and a lot was dreamt.… Continue Reading
I stifle a yawn,
The mortal rummages through the chest—
Beige, brown, blank
I am placed on a wooden stand
I lounge in my inkpot,
I hear my master’s footsteps,
Poised, elegant, immaculate!
Feather-light touch on rugged land.
5th September 1701
The room is dark but … Continue Reading
The Sun and The Moon—embodiments of grandeur and creation—symbols of permanence. To us, they’re a vivid illumination. A fleeting moment between dawn and dusk. What if they were to exchange in a conversation? A parley, of sorts. What would it represent?
A massive ball of energy, anchored in one … Continue Reading
When the rain stopped, and the world was perfectly quiet
That was when we parted.
You smelt like sunshine and wild grass
And I couldn’t stop breathing you in.
I locked all the doors and shut down the windows
Of our invisible home between crossroads.
Nobody was allowed to leave, … Continue Reading
I’d start with
“Once Upon A Time”
But my story unlike hers
Isn’t a fairytale.
No, my lips weren’t
As red as a rose,
Instead, they were tainted purple
Bruised and battered
Like battle scars.
And no my hair wasn’t
As black as ebony
But it was blonde,
“The color … Continue Reading
Passing the test of time and eras,
Are the stories of men and women in love
Why then is it said to be as tender as a feather that can be broken easily by just a little bit of force?
Is there strength in the tenderness of love?
Is there … Continue Reading
i) (FIRE) Of warm soot that sets the bed of your passing, of the celerity of your crackling stride — of your sauntering footsteps synchronised with every heartbeat you touch. The crimson that melts into the orange, the caress that sets ablaze an entire kingdom; I call for thee in … Continue Reading
how do you convince someone
they’ll fall when they believe
that they’ll fly?
I’m standing on the ledge
and I can’t stop looking at my feet
I can’t stop looking at my feet
and counting and recounting
my toes trying to change the
narrative when the narrative is
Resurrection is archaic for “miracle”,
The pinnacle of impossible.
So much so, that it was synonymous with a change of status;
A man to a God and a woman to a witch.
Resurrection is modern for resilience.
There are no three days of mourning and the Sunday of happiness.
You … Continue Reading