what is more dangerous
than a woman in love,
a woman drained of love
she will raise hell
she will wreak havoc
she will set your house on fire
just to warm her toes
she will make herself a drink
just to pour it on her wounds
she swears she doesn't hate you
she just wishes, you didn't exist
Jan 27, 2021
Jan 27, 2021 at 6:36 AM UTC
i have never had anything to my name
would you name your roses after me?
Aug 1, 2020
Aug 1, 2020 at 4:02 AM UTC
the town i was born in wasn't big enough
to contain the vastness of my dreams
so i moved out
i spent hours upon hours on the bank of river yamuna
looking for a sign
completely forgetting that a dead river can't speak
i misunderstood its silence for an invitation
so i moved in
i traded my inner peace for smoke filled air
and my innocence for the facade of a happy woman
delhi, i spent years of my life trying to fit in
to make sure that i belong
then why do the stares on the streets
tell me that i don't
delhi why have you been so cruel to me
like a failed mother forcing her expectations on her daughter
no matter what i did
i was never good enough
every time i tried to speak
you just didn't want to hear
you're a city trying to hide its deafness from its people
delhi why are you so unfair?
you throw stones at the workers that build you
and bow down at the feet of your destroyers
maybe you're just as confused and tired as me
people have taken more from you than you could give
so you stand exhausted, defeated and short of breath
and i do the same
for both of us have failed miserably
i could never be your daughter
and you could never be my home
Jul 31, 2020
Jul 31, 2020 at 7:44 AM UTC
didn't your heart stopped for a while
before making such a weighted declaration
didn't your lungs gasp for air
before these words could escape your mouth
didn't your voice tremble
while speaking these words out aloud
how casually you said them
like you didn't even mean to
but why am I scolding you now
'cause once it's said
it doesn't matter
it doesn't change anything
the words have been said
the blood has been drawn
and now there's no turning back
'cause mortals aren't allowed to fall in love with Gods
Jun 29, 2020
Jun 29, 2020 at 11:31 AM UTC
It feels like yesterday
when a politician appeared on our doorstep
with promises of development,
employment
and better health facilities
He said
"we would turn India into
America"
The same politician was on our doorstep
yesterday
distributing masks and soap bars
among people
who can't afford them
When people expressed their
fear
over the growing number of
cases
He replied by saying
Don't worry we won't let
India turn into
America
Jun 26, 2020
Jun 26, 2020 at 12:54 PM UTC
to be needed by everyone
but wanted by none
Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 2:29 PM UTC
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Last night I came across a man
His skin pale as marble
Eyes dark and cold
Wearing a crisp charcoal suit
And black sparkling shoes
The smell of his cologne
Burning my nostrils
The warmth of his breath
Making me shiver
A chill ran across my spine
As he pinned me to the wall
Tracing circles on the back of my neck
With his bony fingers
He tightened his grip on my throat
As I held on to dear life
Slowly he drew his lips close to my ear
And asked ; his voice, barely a whisper
Will you come along with me?
I tried but couldn’t say NO
Soon he took over everything I once called mine
Last night I met a man named Death
And I fell in love with him
Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 8:34 AM UTC
sad like her cheeks when she forces a smile
dry like her lips when she kisses my cheeks
lost like her expressions when she stares into the darkness
Quivering like her voice when she lies that she's okay
Deaf like her ears when she slips back into her void
tired as her eyes when she hasn't slept all night
Yellow as the pills she places on her tongue
And red as the wine she gulps them down with
If you ever wonder what depression looks like
It looks like my mother's face
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 2:08 PM UTC
I lie on my bed
I get some thoughts in my head
I try to drive them away
But they go on to stay
They keep haunting me
The words keep daunting me
I take out a paper and a pen
write the thought down, then
I read it, doesn't sound that bad
feeling content and glad
I go back to my bed
And fall asleep with an empty head
After dawn, when I feel unruffled and sane
I take out the paper and read it again
It sounds terrible, I want to cry
Nonetheless I give it another try
Reading it again, It sounds even worse
Ashamed of my 3 am self and her words
Registering the lack of passion they display
Disgusted, I post them anyway
Feb 8, 2020
Feb 8, 2020 at 7:58 AM UTC