Day 302, This is officially the month between Green Day’s Wake me up when September ends and Guns and Roses … More
Tag: rain
The edges are blurred somewhere, somehow.
The water on the clogged streets isn’t the only phenomenon that blur clarity. The swish of puddles at the street … More
Hands
My hands are the repetitions, which are less impactful each time. Discarded philosophy, burns down the throat, like the swelling of monsoon. Last night’s rain smelled of a wistful animosity. Deranged wishes, have a bee like pattern, the yellow dots, that stretches in a wish to catch all the black. Tiny dots that camouflage into something large. Constant buzzing, a warning sign of a sting so hard, that transcend time into a loop. A lost touch
Till Death Do Us Apart
“The soft shimmering light, has a tint of purple,A changing shade, of something dark, of stillness.
Slivers
The electric slivers that are carving out tonight,A random noise, behind the impalpable shoulders,I grasp the breathe around my fingers, … More
A Question for You
I’m not much of a decisive person, who can just look out of the window, taste all the salty air … More
Jumbled Letters 