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you are not my love song

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our fond memories have turned into nightmares your reflection haunts me, chases me in the autumn wilderness like the only flower struggling to live. pulling me, suffocating me in the slow oceanic monstrosity. then the sun begins, a new ray after darkest dawn and you destroy me every morning. shattering me, as the notifications chime. who were you? were you a fragment of my imagination? what was real? if yes, when did you die? why was I in the dark? you had me believing all this while, a stupid bitch singing love songs in the dark. now I sing dark songs in bright light. I gave you my heart, you told me how crazy I got with every passing day. had me believing in my flaws. you had me believing in all the wrong places, in the wrong light. I thought I had you, But only your selfish heart. I thought I knew you, But just your facade. you are not my love song. you were never my song to sing. last night, I wrote you on a paper, wrapped it around a stone and threw in the slow dance of death. wat...
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On loop

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I like talking to a mirror She stares blankly at me. Holds no grudges, no expectations. Stands there, witnessing my epiphanies. I watch back at her, The blank glances have no sobriety, No sense of time or reality. Stuck there in a never-ending loop. Where was her origin? Only if she could feel the passing moons. Just a mere reflection. I smile, she smiles back. As if she has lost all cheers. Only a bot of mine. But my entire reflection, Lies in front of my eyes. That is her, she is me.  I don't even believe in what I feel. 
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mini

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  A land with no sorrows an ocean full of mystical waters you dressed in a vision of bright colours perfectly dolled up with bright vermilion dancing in joyous melody to the tunes of the divine shore. you are freed no pain, no ache. we often cry out to you. can you hear us? I'm sorry if the chores are not done in order, will you be here to correct us? show us your idiosyncratic way? be here, with us. even for a split second? I want to feel your beating Heart resting in eternal sleep.
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Inhibitions

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Today I was sober, And the last 100 days you asked me. A pledge to keep up to. Today I didn't pour the poison liquor, That once ravenously devoured me. My mind is at ease today. I danced the night away, Tip-toe walked into the empty hall, Hoping my anklet doesn't adjourn your dreams, 'Dreams' your sole escapade, you say. As gentle breeze rang the wind chimes, 'Are you leaving already?' Like most drunken nights I feared. They say you left, unnoticed. But there you are,  Laying still.  Since last two suns, Painting our floor red  with the last drop of your blood. Poured my last drink, Watched the moon and the clouds chat. 'Oh what a delight', I wonder. 'Is my inhibition free for life?' To my surprise, a tear joined to accompany us tonight. While my smile dismayed I hold the empty glass close to my chest As the clouds fade away from the moon. Moon never lightened this bright yesterday, Our apartment isn't as dark today. Today my drink tastes swe...
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Reflections of a memory

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'But you will change, Your words will blur Into a treasured memory' A promise to defy my grudge My gut churned whilst You gazed deep into my soul. 'I can only try to make you happy' He said stealing my heart. You longed for my warmest hug. Looked deep into your eyes, Shed a tear, seeing my reflection. Hope I find that  In many more years in my bag. To cry out my agony, Or laugh out my happiness. Does the magic last forever? A question to cling onto Perhaps, a lifetime to wait.
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Desolation

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You're going to walk hand in hand, one day, In a frenzy neighborhood. Not a lifetime ago, Three wasn't a crowd. High-five-ing, not social distancing. But getting to catch up with family, Doesn't sound miserable. Desolation is for the ones, Left all alone in a room. None to call 'a family'. Some lost a dear one, Other bade goodbye to a Grandma from afar, While an owner's passion shut down. Can you hear the hunger? A stomach growling, Two meals has already been skipped. Our world is in great distress. Perhaps, time is the only hope. Sufferings are yet to be abolished. A day without fear, Is it nearing by?
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Be more with less

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Hello everyone! How is quarantine treating you so far? Did you put on your productive suit and checked off one of the items from your to-do list? Yes? Okay, you are a saint. And to the rest, I'd request to hop on the party of procrastination with me.  Let me ask you a question first. What do you think about minimalism? I have a bittersweet relationship with this term. The idea fascinates me, but when it comes to practice I'm quite the procrastinator. It takes a certain level of intention to unplug, to peel away from our screens, to pause the busyness of our day to day and devote ourselves to the slow and simple things.  When we see a piece of clothing, the urge to own it in our collection sets the bar. We buy clothes relentlessly. Trends come and go, we end up with a pile of clothes. As I'm saying this I raise my hand as one of the culprits. Minimalism has never crossed our minds. Belongings are useless unless we can make a good source out of it. In this age, we talk ...
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Faguni

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Do the fall trees  Wait for an epiphany? Or seek validation? Wind howls, leaves shed. And yet stand tall, With utter grace amongst her folk. And before you realize Spring has sprung magic. Flower blooms, fruit buds. Baby leaf on it's way, Waiting for the gentle wind. And they're pretty again. But what did the wind say? "It'll get better with time, my friend." And the fall tree beamed  Basking under the morning sun.  Spreading joyous laughter To the chirping little ones, Shading the occasional visitors. 
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Blue

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I told you, Can't be her. Can't settle for ordinary. Chaos in my soul, In an estranged stature. Clumsy in my habitat, Never feared nonacceptance. Always walked the streets, Like any other proud woman But you don't recognize them. Raised myself by seeding thoughts. My Belief shapes me as a human, Not that your opinion matters, But I welcome them with warm love. Mere thoughts can swallow my mind. Can I let such emotions devour me? Or shall I wait for your validation? Never needed it, nor I ever will. You can abash me all you want But hey, you have my love. I will welcome you to my abode Anytime that you're blue.
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