I remember the way you traced my fingers that gripped the ornate frame of the ancient mirror we built with pieces of our reflection,the way your eyes locked onto the picture of a perfection that we built under tents made up of the papers of my poetry,I remember how you smiled at the teasing red…
Echoes
Echoes Do these still standing pillars still listen for the war cries that haunted it’s inhabitants?Do they still await the return of the unnamed heroes whose blood colours the bricks ?Are there still cracks in the foundation that somone actively fills in fear of everything collapsing,Do you still stand there calling out my name as…
Exiled Goddess
I have so many sentences shut in the desk of my table that I have abandoned,they spell out too many feelings that don’t settle right in the gaps between my bones anymore,there is a fracture on the surface where my skull has rested for so long now,maybe my memories are tearing through the wallpaper to…
An Almost Death
The night was so dark you could see the abyss stare back into you like Nietzsche used to say,the screams were so loud you could hear silence go silent for a second,the letter that I wrote did not exist on the sheet of paper in front of me,the warm life that people talked about had…
Mulberry Driftwood
This is to all the people that have been a part of my life.Maybe we don’t talk today and maybe we no longer know everything about each other but I still love you and I would still run to you when you need me. I am not good at approaching people, so the only way…
A Funeral Of My Dreams
Disapproval dripped from father’s fingers, spilling unto the beautiful tiles, as mother mopped it up into a bucket, with the drapes of her disappointments. The house was steady silent, only the dreadful acid hissing with spite, drops of which still lay on the floor, eating away the ground under my feet. They pulled you out…
Graveyard Of Time
Everything beautiful comes to it’s end, on the dark, rusted gates of time, where cuckoos sing amidst silent echoes, spirits dance in the invisible light. The lavenders grow between broken tiles, the yellow autumn leaves rustle, right before the Winter’s dawn arrives, their beauty gets it’s own marble stone. The dark clouds come in robes…
The Fossils Of My Home
I walk on the fragmented remains of Earth, of the porch ground touching the soles of my feet, tiny lavender sighs are crunching underneath me, breaking and forming the soil below. The crusty pieces of the doorknob, cut my fingers curled around them, like a flailing phantom fighting off, hands about to cut off it’s…
Love
To the man that taught me the meaning of love again, When books are loved, there pages folded and their spine creased with the memories of the words and their covers worn out by the hands that love them and care for them, they become something a little more than the paper that they are…
My Obituary
When I was 13, during a game of truth and dare my friend had asked me what my obituary would say. Back then I didn’t really have any answer to that because till then I hadn’t really experienced the mortality of life itself. My mind hadn’t wandered to the fact that maybe one day the…
Wild Feelings 