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…

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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…

Neverland: A journey

“What is it like? Neverland?” She asked in with a considerate yet curious gaze. “One day I’ll take you there” he replied in a blissful and humble manner. Ever wondered wandering off an ocean coast, or those dark yet beautiful woods, without someone noticing . To linger upon the stardust or to stroll under the…

She knew

Pryl stood in front of that mirror, hopelessly, staring blankly at her wrecked life, mascara scurrying down her face, wrists with deep scars not stains of paint or ink, just scars… She stood there with frantic thoughts but no anxiety and sleeping pills in one hand , That moment she knew what she had lost…