Closure

“Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive bundle of flesh. I remember what this flesh has gone through; I dream of what it may go through.” ― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath It rained today, bringing some calm to this Delhi heat we were all …

A note to my many selves

Age is a strange thing to comprehend. As someone who has just stepped into the last year of three decades of existing on planet Earth, I find it bewildering to comprehend how fast did time fly for me. I often feel I have lived for far too long than I was meant to. Ah, there …

quaratine scribbles

A year has gone by since my last blog. A year ago I never thought I would stop writing out of nowhere. So many things happened in the meantime which I forgot to document. I didn't even write the year end blog for 2019, nor did I type my travelogues of Spiti and Auli. Its …

Confession

There's something about lonely nights Remembering old lovers Thinking of the blood stained Jesus and the cacophony of election rumors. The mind transcends from one topic to another Looks at the moon for a closure Stares at the naked trees And feels the burn of the cigarette on the fingertip. I could confess that I …

musings

I have sat down to write a blog after a long break today. It's a relatively cool day due to the sudden storm and rain that swept the capital city yesterday. It was another dust-storm, one that leaves its stains all over our belongings and a lingering itch in our noses. The rain that followed …

Rhymes

I took a plunge in a mug or two of beer, I lit a cigarette and shed a tear. I looked up to the sky smirked at the moon for shining too bright I mistook the lights of a flight to be that of a star twinkling with all its might.. I type my words …

She

Strolling beneath the moonlit sky, I found myself sitting solemnly by the roadside lost in her own little world while the world passed by. I wanted to ask her what went so wrong, why is her voice forlorn, when did she break so bad, where is that innocent child, how did she still manage to …

Drown

I crossed over tonight to a myriad ocean of emotions with realisations I would carry to my grave. You stand so far away, almost stranded yet I don't want to save you anymore. Colours pale, voices drown as I put my head underwater, I am weightless floating freely, as I dive deeper and deeper. Fears …

Another heartbreak

It's strange, how the heart breaks at things seemingly insignificant, and you are left scarred yet words fail to blame anyone else but yourself. The outside world as pathetic it may be pales in comparison to the darkness inside and leaves us in a void you can never recover from. Some losses are simply irreplaceable. …

Ramblings

A heart now brazenly cold, and a forever winter state of mind, I no longer feel love, empathy, or joy. Too young to die, too old to give up either, too privileged to complain, and too selfish to fight for causes mightier. Entrapped between a body regulated by this society and nature, and a mind …