Messages I Never Sent

1. Hey, I think I like you. These past days haven’t been going easy. You’re always on my mind. The windows are open and it’s a new moon night. Do you know why you miss someone while looking at the moon? 2. Have I ever told you I love your smile? Today someone asked me…

Why Do I Miss You This Much?

Why do I miss you this much? There is a full swing in melodies in my heart, they fade in the skyline. Winds have stopped breezing, placidity abounds. Oh, How much I desiderate I could talk to you and portray my day. Oh, How much I hanker I could listen to you, illustrating your day….

When Was The Last Time You Sat Down With The Void?

A minute ago, In you, A sandcastle got undermined by a gentle wave. A sandcastle you never thought can be rack and ruined by anything. It left a void, in your hollow chest. A puzzle’s piece got purloined from you, and you did nothing. A brick from your tower of cards was deprived, and you…

I Take What Keeps Me Up At Night And Sell It As An Art

What keeps me up at night? My nocturnal thoughts dipped into sugary fictional/ delusional state of affairs. I get nostalgic about a life I’ve never lived as soon as I lay my head on pillow. No need to stipulate my eyes, they start to dream without even closing the doors of their dwelling place. My…

Spring’s Song

Spring Equinox. The sign of the elements waving hello, All emphasis on earth as it blooms. Eternal winter fades into open arms and warm gazes. Lush green leaves embellishing the trees beguiling the birds. The birds; dance from one tree to another, chirping, expressing their exhilaration. Butterflies gyrating from one flower to another savouring the…

Rain Is Pouring Since Last Night

01:52 A.M. Tip-tap sound on the window pane got my attention late at night. The raindrops patter on the ground very calmly. Seems like clouds are putting a show. Yes, the clouds are whimpering, so what? Atleast they can show emotions. They are doing that with serenity: Nature’s lullaby. 03:36 A.M. These droplets/clouds/ rythmic tip-tap(s)…

Finding Solace In The Noise Of The Streets

Relics of lassitude After the hearth left ablaze, burnt embers rest there. A cogitative soul cerebrate upon the streets with fireworks in its chest The streets; Enwrapped in reverberations Stained bricks, branching trees in the neighbourhood. Silk winds brushing the cheeks, Keyed up blares echo everywhere, Just like the type of music crickets write. The…

Dainty Amethyst

I glace upon a dainty amethyst; magenta marvellous, In hues of anticipation, As time freezes, A lampshade nearby flickers, It’s titian light bounces off, marbles with purple tincture and dances off the wall. What a sight to behold. -AS- Photo is mine.

October’s Song

October. Shift in sounds and smells. Change in colour pallet; from lush green to burgundy ; peculiarly attractive of its own. Morganite sky. Broken leaves of fall painting the ground amber. Love in hues of breeze of a fall morning. It evolves a strong feeling of nostalgia/ sentimental yearning as the cold air comes rushing…