The old chair

The vintage old chairs sitting in our Verandah looks so beautiful with the lush green leaves and the creepers. The flowers have finally started to bloom and take over the house with their soothing scent. The air is humid, suggesting a light shower. It is a dull evening, and I can already smell the Pakoras...

Ballads of the rain…

“ I find it ok to loose myself in love To deplete everyday with the urge to hold on to you forever And to sing the joys of my heart. I find it worthy to be so vulnerable And allow myself to be controlled In the name of trust I find my happiness in giving...

Lopsided…

In every relationship, be it friendship or love  there is always this one person who is a little over attached. Who loves a little deeper than the other. Who is ready to give up on anything and ready to sacrifice oneself for the benefit of the other or the relationship. There is always this one...

Hey there the one who broke me….

How have you been? The old me would wish for you to be sad for everything you have done to me but somehow today I want you to be happy. You want to know why? Haha wait for it. The day I met you I did not realize that I would find my comfort in...

Midnight Silences

The cacophony of the midnight silences Still holds my breath  And reminds me of how you would fall asleep on my lap  While narrating your forgotten dreams!  I would pamper you till my legs got numb And then when the pain would become intolerable  I would gulp in a little of your bodily odor And...

Of broken and sad hearts..

Isn’t it sad as to how we are looking for solace in everything temporary and not being brave enough to hold something permanent. Isn’t it sad how we are okay with heartbreaks and have accepted it as a part of life. I think it’s sad how we are all struggling with depression and how we...

Just a Tad Bit Longer…

I sometimes wish I could Just hold you for a little longer Just a tad bit longer Why is that our love had to fade Over time and it’s brutality Why is that our promises didn’t have to last Was our love weak or Our patience not strong Was it our tumbling faith Or the...

Attachments and the Aftermath

The constant attachments and detachments have left my soul bruised. I am stronger as the world says but frankly I am just a lot more scared. The adventure now haunts me and I look for nothing but self-development. Dependence is an option I don’t consider and the world where everyone stays forever is a virtual...

You Dear One…

You, dear one, Who has dared to get attached with my soul, Who has had the courage to explore the dark beneath the light, Would you ever choose to walk away? You dear one, Who now knows what can shatter me forever and what can bring me high, Who is aware of the storms which...