Farewell?

I have not been writing lately. What I have been writing, I have not been posting here.. Maybe this blog is dying a natural death.. I had started it when I was at my lowest.. In depression, alone and with a shattered heart I am faring well now.. In high spirits, and the guy who…

A Conversation Between Me And My Mind

One day I’m smiling and happy- genuinely, not pretending. The next day too I am upbeat and I sing and dance and talk to people and think that I’m getting better. I feel I will see the light.  It’s crystal clear. I can see the light right there. I am tempted to quicken my pace…

Exam Tomorrow 

I don’t really vent here on my blog, but for lack of poetic inspiration…and more because of the lack of somebody (who would believe me) who I can shout all of this out to…. I had a four day gap for my examination in my favourite subject. The first day was spent on my bed,…

You Can Fall Only When You’re At A Height

Incosequential incidents seem like a push to topple me off the cliff. My mother took me for a short drive today. She had to withdraw money from the ATM. She opened the door of the car. My mother got down. At the same time, a motorbike zoomed past. My heart fell off the cliff. “MUMMAA!!”…

A Secret Desire

I love to talk about my emotions but I can’t talk about my emotions. I have always wanted to talk about how I feel. Talk about what lifts me and what pulls me down. Talk about things that I have written- why I used a specific word and what my obscure sentences hide. Talk about…

Chalk on Canvas and Stars in Daylight 

the sky is so clouded tonight, it looks like a blackboard with wishes once scribbled in chalk but now smudged away by a foul smelling rag; nothing left but chalk particles here and there which shine now, shine now like stars in the dark making a constellation  of wishes now smudged away, smudged away by…

The Worst Thing About Depression 

it takes away motivation to wake up in the morning to open your eyes when you’re awake to get out of bed when eyes are open to bathe when you’re out of bed to turn off the shower when youre bathing to find clothes when youre done to eat something when you’re dressed to not…

Yearning For Breathlessness

When  the heart stops  melting  into tearful rivers  to help me  find solace  lying  on their riverbed,  the mind  starts digging pools so I can submerge  temporarirly  in that haimish inundation  once again.

“Why Poetry?” he asked. I said…

when it’s all too much to be expressed in simple sentences when you’re done with people and their pretenses when between proclaiming and hiding love you are torn when you doubt whispered promises- a hundred times sworn when the rose is not enough for lovers forlorn when heartbreak grows larger than the prick of a…

Questions

The pit of my stomach, My legs half dangling, My motionless body, The damp pillow, My swollen eyes, This drab room, My sunken spirit, These uncombed hair, My lost motivation, All this wasted time, My guilt and pretentious laugh, False reassurances and raw wounds, All ask in unison Can mere survival be considered a fight?…

A Search For Nepenthe

I’m lost in the sea of grief.. so deep that i know no longer which way is up and which down… i’m climbing stairs.. but I know not whether they ascend or descend into the whirlpool that i often talk about. Too little grief means not enough time as i’m hurriedly trying to smile while…