I haven’t read a few pages in ten days Haven’t looked at the books in a long time No paperbacks, no hardcovers, No ebooks, no audiobooks. I haven’t sat down to drink a glass of water in peace I forget the taste of coffee I gulp it down, hot and fast Haven’t heard the voiceContinue reading “Shoulders”
Category Archives: Poetry
Why We Need Feminism in 2021 #27
“There is nothing more rare, nor more beautiful, than a woman being unapologetically herself; comfortable in her perfect imperfection. To me, that is the true essence of beauty.” -Steve Maraboli BOOK BLURB: She is meek, she is mild, she is water, she is fire. She is who she is. Myriad colours embracing her, a senseContinue reading “Why We Need Feminism in 2021 #27”
Let’s take it one breath at a time! Shall we? I have a small book trailer for my next book which is coming out shortly. Also, I have attached the book blurb to give a general idea about it’s contents. Do watch!
A Discourse In Distortion
An infinite jigsaw puzzle With distorted edges and a path of struggles No end in sight No pieces fit I haven’t found my own solution My failure, my only remission No answers, no sense, no meaning Only a delusion, a small chaos Why should be things easy to understand? A puzzle in piece Or aContinue reading “A Discourse In Distortion”
The person you are trying to speak to Is not responding Please try again later. The person you are trying to speak to Is unavailable Please try again later. The person you are trying to speak to Is not blinking Please try again later. The person you are trying to speak to Is not okayContinue reading “Unavailable.”
I sit with the echoes of my longing And the still sad humdrum of humanity There is a sigh of my timid horizon Where the noon day begins Where the stars shall be won And nothing Nothing will be relevant except for the moment We breathe A minute second of magical ecstasy A rainbow hidden,Continue reading “Interim”
An Ode To 2020
Women, wrong; Men, wrong Blame patriarchy A trend set fake feminism. Truths hidden, sources misused Toxicity left, an only muse. Wander, wander around if you will Find, find the source if you will Failure, an only accomplice. Poverty and texture in coarse rumblings Death_ No food A trickle of water? Lost families Lost homes WhereContinue reading “An Ode To 2020”
I wish you were here You- Something, someone Anything would do I just wish you were here. I’d have someone, Instead of this empty silience And it would still be the same Except for this lonesome hue, An entourage of sufferings Along with dusted boring blues.