I cried to my walls of insecurities having your name in invisible ink. Huddled into a corner with apologetic colours, I am painting your name and forcing it into sight. You faded into their blue everytime until all of my walls were you.

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Instead of shining a flashlight,
She entered my dark
And dragged me into daylight.— % &

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Even the moon felt prettier when it saw its reflection in your eyes.
— % &

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the way to hold the power to create turmoils of a tsunami yet have the maturity to remain calm like a gentle wave.

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I'll be there to hold you when you jump for me.

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The wardrobe holds your white shirt
In some unspecified corner
And I forget to take it out always
Just the same way as I forget to forget you.
The wardrobe tries shelter you
The same way I had tried to shelter you.

It has been days and days
Since we last met.

And now..
Probably someone removed that piece of clothing holding memories of unspoken times.
And now I feel that my mind has emptied you too.
Maybe it has distilled you away
Separating you from every fragment of me.
Although now the wardrobe looks empty...
I feel full.

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all you wanted
was for someone
to stay
but when he did,
didn't you run away?

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I measure distance in heartbeats.
So, I feel closest to him.

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//on escapism and freedom



"...and those shackles tied to my feet, I never got rid of them, just learnt to drag them along everywhere I went."

(captioned)

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as she walked past me
she took those words
off my lips
and left herself
in my poem.

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