Sunshine Blogger Award.

Being a “new kid on the block” can often bring up feelings of uncertainty, self-doubt, and insecurities. These feelings are definitely those that I felt quite often ( and still feel at times) while developing my blog & website. I can firmly state that if it weren’t for a plethora of amazing bloggers & their…

u n t i t l e d .

In a circle full cotton melodies and baked apple pies, I crave and hold a broken periphery of words like an extension of truth , a point of concave solitude. I rub my skin to discover, words unheard, unsaid. I rub my iris, and pinch myself black and blue like a fiction produced by swallowing,…

With Love.

To my future daughter : Dear little one, I know you’re lying there on the bed crying because of the boy who means the world to you. He must’ve said or done something stupid or maybe it was you . Well, regardless of whosoever it was, learn to forgive. Forgive yourself and him for whatever…

Ode to the Sea

Gasping and quivering I sprint to the seas, Floating up and down the alleys. Breakdowns at one , Mendings by three. The waves roll up rocking me to sleep. “Too much has happened and I cannot breathe, With eyes out there shooting with rejection I cannot see! “ I weep. “So O! water if I…

Stay ( ? )

“I must leave now”, I whispered under my breath , not taking my head off his chest. I liked how it fit right there, like a tiny piece in a solved jigsaw puzzle and how his heartbeats echoed in my ears, swam slowly into my head. “Can’t you stay?” he asked, obliviously playing with the…

Gashes.

Pale skin blossoms plum wine, as she shoves off her pelagic musings yet another time. Sickening slide of the blade stretch and slice, Oozing an ocean of red O’er her wrists and thighs. Lesioned lips, turn winter pale The deeper , the better She relishes in pain. Tears, spill down serene, Trickling away the unseen….

tears of the silenced.

Wavering across the timeless thread , each day. I wonder what made life treat me this way. That at the mild age of just twelve It let him annihilate my soul off myself. “Was is it all my fault ? “ I often ask myself. I was merely a kid Unaware of the world, And…

Undaunted.

( A book review ) In a polarised world, Bhaavna Arora’s fourth book is a biography that offers a touching and a courageous portrait of a 22 year old Lt Ummer Fayaz of Kashmir who laid down his life ,working to heal divisions , protecting his people and the nation. In this tumultuous corner of…

a thousand leaves outlined.

Scarlet, Auburn and coral streaks, foster the ceaseless creasing of the morning seas. Blazing sun turns amber pale the smoke of silence strips the light from air. She gasps for every breath she exhales, Her soul in autumn’s melancholy dwells. Luscious eyes swirl from word to word. Under the fog tinted fairy-trees, She is what…

letters i wish i could have sent. #1

Er, hi. It’s been a while since you left (almost two years now) and honestly, nothing has been the same since then. Buddy still misses you and sprints to the front door everytime he hears the neighbours’ footsteps , you know? He sits there all day long wagging his tail and staring at door with…