Abonde

See, I now wage war with my thoughts, A terftie between the new and the old, Trying to resurrect my old The new holds me abonde of the present, What I'm I? What I'm I becoming? I co-exist with the fear of self doubt, What will they call me? What will they perceive about me? … Continue reading Abonde

What are we?

Smacking his sinfully chapped lips, whose size attempt successfully to remind you and me of a pair of Festive buns, he placed his ashy elbows atop the kitchen counter and cupped his round, beardless face, allowing his beady eyes the pleasure of watching her amble lackadaisically in her apartment. It was one of the many … Continue reading What are we?

A Letter To You

There are times when all my edges soften and becomes pure poetry, … Only excuse for not writing is my mood, …at times I feel caged … all walls and darkness…still creeping me out, every second turning to minutes space starts getting small… somehow every scream turns to dust…. air slim and all I can … Continue reading A Letter To You