I come from a galaxy of thoughts, each bent on making myself occupy as little space as possible. I come from clenched fists, refusing to let go of scars and stories. I come from one eye on the dark movie screen and one on the exit door (just in case). I come from flimsy sweaters … More Since I had a loaded gun
Let’s write letters. Beautiful words, old ink pens and cheap paper.
Let’s text, old school. Limited characters , no emojis and lots of I-love-yous.
Let’s talk on the phone, let’s laugh. Listen to me laugh at my own jokes, tell me about your day. … More Mirrors
There’s a maze in my head.
I run till my knees buckle and my feet stumble.
I wearily look at the horizon and pound the fleshy road, fighting to get ahead. (…) … More When I lose my head I lose my spine
When you go away,
as you will –
I shall send you postcards from the edge. (…) … More Postcards from the edge
Your face changes shape, like
water rippling under a violent, but well-meaning wave.
Your eyes crease, not in a smile, (…) … More Staring at the bottom of your glass
The noise around, outside; the din within.
The feel of your greedy hands on my skin, the shiver which was a cry, which you took as a win. (…) … More Things I smoke up to forget
I imagine you as hash under my fingernails. A heady reminder of the night that was, hard to remove, harder to forget. I come traipsing back to you, like an addict, somehow each time hungrier for more. Your effect lingers, in the way I look at myself in the mirror, in the way I do … More Hash
Tell me about your day
about how you took your chai
and whether the cigarette lit up on the first try (…) … More Tell me
It’s a bad night. It’s a really bad night. All of it – the composure, the maturity with which I’ve handled the past month and a half – is slipping away. It feels like a farce and my insecurities laugh in my face that I was ever fool enough to believe that I could truly … More This is untitled
I’m learning to make peace with loneliness. It has never been a friend of mine. I love its sibling, space. There is a very thin line between getting your own space and being lonely. I need time for myself, completely alone, every day, to be a sane person when in company. But the trouble is, … More Breathe