Amorphous silence, has an adjustable aperture that my paint brushes have always believed in capturing. The blending of colours that … More
Tag: time
Decay
Sometimes I have felt it like an essence, Sometimes like a being, in the shadows A subservience, which we abide … More
Rain and You.
As you all know by now, monsoon has been my favourite season than everything else in this world. And especially … More
June 16, 2020
Day 176, I am on the verge of completing six months of writing this journal on my blog, and maybe … 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
Find Me
Find me on thy hands, as I flow past your wrist, Like water, in bending shapes swirling and gurgling as … More