A Raw Love Letter.

Dearest, If you’ve chosen me, you must be non routine. If you’ve fallen in love with me, you must be brave. As I scribble through these lines trying to pour a rather framed, fabricated version of all the disaster that I carry, I would mention that If I hold you today, I’ll hold you even tighter tomorrow. I’d be interested in everything you are scared  to reveal. I’d observe what you speak when you look for silence Or what you feed yourself when you are more than hungry Or maybe where exactly you hide your demons. I’d count not your … Continue reading A Raw Love Letter.

Pretentious Flesh.

How often are these eyes used so ironically, Seeing only the outside. Particular and stuck Damned by that shape Them perfect abs And skinny ass Those salad diets and crop tops To show it The body, greatly made. But to improve the mind, Ah, heart ache. And to believe that, The shape of your flesh Over your not so uniquely shaped skeleton Means everything. You’re ready for life. However, What about soul detoxification? About taking soul on a diet, a strict diet? What if it’s heavier than the body can ever be? Or has lacked nutrition, pathetically. These ounces take … Continue reading Pretentious Flesh.

Low Lines.

It’s funny how people and universe are so related and not related at the very same time. I carry this. I keep failing at looking through things, constantly. I keep knowing right Yet, keep practising wrong. It won’t be incorrect if i call my life ordinary But myself, extraordinary I watch clouds for hours only to see something more than just clouds There are nights which bring thoughts to me instead of sleep, Meticulously arranged thoughts There are hopes clashing with realities Rather brutally. I wonder, How we keep desiring and defending emotions, Pretty simultaneously. How people meet unplanned and … Continue reading Low Lines.

Your Rhyme.

‘Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead.” You are never properly accustomed to happiness Yet you are always vulnerable to grief. You are a whole universe on your own. However, your dearest and bravest heart needs another heart to weep. And this fear leads the urges forever Love is what you seek Apathy is what you admire And confusion is where you are positioned. You admit less of your needs And boast more of your walls, Walls, you build higher after each heartbreak of yours. Sometimes your walls consummate you, Other times they’re attacked and sullied. Rarest … Continue reading Your Rhyme.

You are a whole world, all at once.

Time speeds as I get close, Closer to the end of this Moments freeze in my mind, Like snow settling for a lifetime Is this unreal Is this too real I might just not know, But what I know remains here, even when you go. You are a whole world, all at once. You are a whole world, all at once. Someday when you are gone, Sipping beverages, I’ll smile about the way you smile. Or just close my eyes To keep the tears inside They’ll call me a lover They’ll call me a loser I might just not know. … Continue reading You are a whole world, all at once.

Grow up or grow you?

There have been wars inside my soul, Bloodshed. Tragically it is The mere circumstance. I did learn to respond and not to react on my way to adulthood. However, This reluctance towards maturity led me to this day. I’m afraid, the reactions inside me are still vibrantly available. They need half of an invitation Or just a sign. They’ll flow out of me like that of a flood. Causing destruction, invisibly. Adulthood, yet not reached. But the amount of change tells me I am on the right way And the amount of acceptance tells me that I am close. But … Continue reading Grow up or grow you?

The object of interest.

“You float motionless Like a raft above the sea I swim deep, Depth seems the surface for me. You’re ashamed of my chaos I’m ashamed of your peace. I seek apologies For letting go of you Several times that now it looks routine. But did you ever realise? You are the wind which moves away in no time. You stay as if you aren’t here You love as if it isn’t a pain. Sadly enough, You hide the parts which should be showed, most. Naked you Is a lie you tell to people. Who seek pleasure in what their eyes … Continue reading The object of interest.

Self, what’s up?

Funny how you feed your empty stomach and feel full till throat but there is a vanity inside you, challenging you always because you couldn’t, you tried and failed numerous times now. You don’t even know if that’s emptiness or it is actually vacuum. Because no force in the world seems to fill in that space. It’s magnetic there , You fail in front of your self. What do they talk about self cure ?  Funny how you know the solution but it never seems to apply to you. Even funnier how you keep filling gaps and pathetically ignore your … Continue reading Self, what’s up?