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  • The City- poem

    Bombay thumps to a constant beatIn rhythm with the blood that rushes through herLanes and veins its way through theNarrower alleyways and streets. She pumps energy but groans when the sunShines its presence onto her humble organ;She is happier when it thunders. Never failing, always feeling.Living her way into the orange streetlights at Queen’s Necklace…

  • A Shared Moment

    It was tough to wedge the window open. It kept on resisting and Jane could see why. Maybe it was a sign. If it was, she ignored it. This had to happen. She persisted and it finally gave in. A gush of wind hit her and she could hear her heart pounding loud. Was she…

  • Don’t Forget

    It gets scary sometimes, when you try to repeat something again and again. You say a word twenty times and it sounds like gibberish. You walk the same road often and you forget you’re walking. You read the same sentences, hear the same phrases, feel the same feeling, so many times, and you forget why…

  • Flashes- poem

    This is a poem about endlessly staring at something, slowly losing meaning. It’s about how we descend into a state of ‘not knowing’, or ‘livelessness’ and how we stay there.

  • The Water Speaks- poem

    The water whispers in the dead of the nightSnippets of an ancient tongueGurgling, hissing, burbling, brimming with stories long forgottenAnd tales long faded. The water listens, butSeeks a listener.It waves to the sweltering rocks, crunching pebbles, buds fighting for space,Passing unnoticed. Unheard. The water meets the worlds.Sprinting, running away fromAn invisible monster.In pursuit of a…

  • Good Things

    We all label some events and memories in our lives as the ‘good things’. Once we pass them, we tell ourselves that the good things ‘never last’. That they were meant to go, we were meant to find new ‘better things’, till the whole process repeats itself. But don’t the good things last? If you…

  • Easier- poem

    Life was easier. (She took a deep breath.) Life was easier when my whole world boiled down to doll houses and a new remote control car A world where I wanted to be a fairy when I grew up. Life was easier when every day was a holiday and I was the protagonist in every…

  • Steal- poem

    “I would steal the stars for you.Reach out and gobble them downAnd you’ll be able to see me twinkle-One last time. “I can go out bright and burningAnd you can wave at me asThe sky claims me for its ownAlleging me for thieving its stars “I’ll smile at you and shine for youAnd you can…

  • Ablaze- poem

    This is a poem about how long ago, two things- paper and fire, fell in love. They yearned for each other, but every time they met their passion burned strong. And they’d inevitably be ash. ABLAZE Flame finds paper, and paper finds flame,They hold on to each other. When you know you’re playing a losing…

  • Made Of- poem

    We are made of stories. Of memories of moments. Of blossoms that yearn for ink and paper. Of hearts that pump out instants and lifetimes.