Valentine’s Themed

“Of lover in jail and lover free as air. I cannot tell you which had most to bear.” But what is lover free as air with love never returned? A prisoner still, left concerned about what if and what could have been, longing for a …

When books smell of smoke, When poetry mutes When silence disturbs When sweets bitter When stargazing ends When countryside is put aside When flowers become perfume When all we do is consume When acting is life When prayer is ritual When gifts are mandatory When …

Their love was based on nothing more than two genuine souls linked together through art, spark ignited through words, poetry shared from one breath to the other.   They were the couple from next door, you know, the kind of couple everyone assumed would end …

I write best when I’m falling in love or falling out of it. I write best when I’m falling. When I was broken, when I was head over heels; When I was overwhelmed, When my heart tossed and turned in the space of in-between; When …

another one comes another one goes another one with only one participant who’s to say that’s a bad feat? i’d rather be alone than be as two who never knew how apart they’ve grown so please, stop moaning yes, you are alone today there’s no …

Normality sleep! Liquid love arise! Roll on the carpet sweet taste of text unearthed scrolls breathing eating, hungry hugs for travel rides; what a stride blazing chocolate, melting stars basketball beer bubbling Fearless Firework blended in flowers floundering bound, peaceful sound mind, body, expect soul …

That blooming May field had been a raging backdrop of pure colour mingling with existence, featuring layer upon layer of pigmented hyacinths and prettier peonies.   This grieving November field indeed sees grave stagnation which brims with tactless incongruity. An exodus of dampened hearts must …

My Heart is expectant, but never gets what feels due what should be next.   My Heart is hopeful, and never wavers, till it gets bad, then it quavers.   When will it take for me to feel like it’s getting good and actually real. …

My day was bright, no clouds in sight. Everything warm and blue, I even played with my kite.   I thought your sky was also blue, but you first had some dew, then it started raining and ruined your view.   The temperature was rising …

Lying on bed, sheet crushes my shape. I don’t want a sheet. Even though the air is fresh.   I am the only warmth within these walls. I breathe out that smoke, that once amused me; A merciless reminder. The moisture escaping my mouth, still …

I crave cold hands. I want to feel the ice On my abandoned parts   With time, watch them thaw Gradually revealing every crease, Wrinkle and bump;   Like Winter turning into Spring, Spring turning into Summer. Even in winter, warmer will they grow   …

As the shutters lower, light begins to fade. It has cheated itself; by shutting out that thing so small. And with no energy left to pick it up: keeps drooping slowly down.   The last day of the month is here and everyone seems to …

Burning red flames engulf the room, Melting my skin so much. My rock hard body; longing for yours, Before it’s far gone, with every touch. Our hands now moulding each other like clay, Sparks fly, walls fall, glass shatters, clothes tear. One hand moves up: …

These feelings that won’t die, in my heart from the inside, trying to break free they just keep on tearing me apart. Should I let them be? I fear the unknown danger that is love, it burns my heart and soul to ashes. Might it …

You make me feel, like I’m crashing Into tide after tide of waves: And every hit makes me weaker, But leaves me wanting more. You make me feel, like I’m made of stars Trying hard to escape my skin And fly back into the sky, …