Silence I taste sadness as I empty The glass full of forlorn, begone Words Words that fail me time and again That embrace me as I delve Deeper Into your eyes that behold me Outlandish Is your beauty, the night beckons Me As I drown … Continue reading When Words Fail Me
Keep her in your eyes like you’ve been deprived of them. Keep her in your 3 am thoughts. In your inhibitions, in your senses. Keep her attached to an inseparable sense of freedom and let her taste your charisma from afar, keep her … Continue reading 3 am Thoughts.
Then, we stayed silent as the crevices in our relationship narrowed. We remained still, unable to speak, unable to act on the labyrinth of emotions that was us. Unable to exhibit the emotional turmoil we went through in those two weeks when we were apart. … Continue reading Crevices.
This year, all I can fathom about are the ‘lasts’. The last time we took a school vacay. The last time we own a defective desk. The last time I sit in a classroom comprising teenagers who pretend to be adults. The last time when … Continue reading Lasts.
Everyone writes what they want anew on this New Year, I’d like to write about what I want unchanged. So, that’s probably you. It’s been over a month that I’ve known you. However, this isn’t about us. It’s about you. You’re like a mint-fresh breath … Continue reading The Essay
He’s like aftertaste, bitter yet lingering. He’s like an afterthought, brief yet meaningful. He’s like aftermath, sometimes peaceful, sometimes destructive. The thing about ‘afters’ is they arrive after it has began. Like, his riches revealed themselves when he started fading away from my memory. … Continue reading After.
Isn’t it strange that we never got a picture clicked together and yet I remember all of you,every tiny detail and each speck of the moments I spent with you. The day you watched me dance on that stage surrounded by a thousand spectators and … Continue reading ;