Digits 

Our memories are like those 10 digits in a phone number, randomly placed yet seem to be so familiar, and when all the pain didn’t seen to go , I dailed those 10 numbers and it took all the pain away, just like the way I remember.I remembered them like the address of my house…

Colors and night 

You see, there is something about the night that is relaxing, there’s something that’s healing, it’s dark yet it makes you remember every color in detail:-Red – like our earlobes in embarrassment , Yellow – like the happiness of bright sunflowers , I felt when I saw you from a distance ,  Blue – like…

Paints

She’ll paint you differently , she’ll try but she’ll miss a few strokes and add some patterns of her own, she’ll use more water and less paint , faded colors would look good on you, but would you feel like art?

The place 

The place where we first met is now a playground with kids playing catch on a hot summer evening.

Art

How do you define ‘love’?  Are there age bars fixed for love? People say that young love is reckless and an ostentatious tamper into reality, perhaps they’re right because at 14 or 15, we think of love as a genre of life or those songs with dim lights and lit lyrics. We’ve categorized love into…

Madness

  Madness is the inability to communicate your ideas, some people pursue it with silence and others like a 3 y/o . It’s as if you were in a foreign country,able to see and understand every thing that’s going around you, but incapable of explaining what you need to know or of being helped,because you…

Warfront

Our body is constantly at the war-front, Constantly choking on the stardust, Constantly, blatantly fighting for that warmth and happiness by just a phone call, Constantly rendering itself between the witchcraft of the brain and the heart, Constantly numbing emotions and pain, Constantly forming a thick skin of honey, which when touched by anyone marked…

Clocks

Some Broken clocks still tick, Maybe a little too slow, Perhaps showing the wrong time, But isn’t that something we all do, Living a life which sounds like These clocks ticking, We hear the same sound for hours, for weeks, for months, for years. It’s like we have only one song on our playlists, On…

Consume

Why is the moth attracted to the flame? Is it because it doesn’t know about the blindfolds that light would do to adjust to the darkness after he draws closer to the flame. Is it because it lets the flame consume itself , it’s body, part by part , wing by wing, destroys it gradually…

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          Snaps from some of my short write ups.      

Scars

Scars are what we give to ourselves , not a result of those shattered dreams but it’s what we inherit and what we chose to pursue. They are the feelings you can’t fathom or express, the reluctant words dying but afraid to step out. It’s about the deepness of the scar. Its on you whether…

That Draft

I’ve lived in whose lines, they know every uncanny secret and my dark side , they’re the trips I’ve dreamed of taking and all the maps left unfolded. The books she read have made her acquaintance on quiet evenings with a cup of coffee and been with her when she was a broke and lived…