Cigarette smoke

Her words are like the cigarette smoke That slowly escapes her mouth, Losing shape and form, On a quest to seek something heavenly, But melting away into something so worldly. She never cares enough for them. She never cares enough for others. Just letting them out like cigarette smoke, Because she has to, What else…

Sunrise

Not brave enough to face the world, Not strong enough to leave the world. I am just struck in the middle.   Can’t fly in the fresh air. People won’t even let me suffocate here. In this cage I am just existing.   Someone please hold me when I am crying. Someone please praise me,…

Bursting to life

I realized that I was dead inside When I didn’t feel happy for, Achieving the “best happiness of my life” No sense of accomplishment, no sense of joy. Endless anhedonia in an infinite void. I was assured of never feeling anything again. Well, I was wrong, I could still feel the pain. The pain of…

The Bread-crumb Writer

Was watching The Danish Girl, again last night just to the point where my favorite scene arrived. Not that I don’t have the option to pull forward to it but just to build up the atmosphere, I have to REACH there. It is the scene where Gerda Wegener, a portrait artist in the mid-1920s is…

Never changing, Am I ?

A story from the words of the girl itself, who was living her final days, whence came around SOMEONE. ‘Him’, that is how she referred that someone in this poem. But was he really a person or was it something else? Was she really dead? But who left at the end? The words might have…

Silly me! – curio

The silent bright student At the corner Beside the window Or right under their nose The one that is so damn attentive Yeah the ever ready one The one that never missed a lesson Oh the teacher’s pet I’ll make sure I won’t make a mistake Impress, don’t show Don’t let the fear overthrow The…

The Bloody Talk – Curio

I came across this video How Women Have Lived With Their Periods Since 1900 a few days back and I realized that India is still in the 18th century. Sorry to disappoint the tech savvy crowd of this nation but. How the hell did we manage to be CEOs at international companies when we are…

Art-file Nostalgia

Was cleaning my bookshelf……. Thought how about sharing with you…….including the behind stories..in the captions….. Enjoy !!!        

The Inescapable

When the ruins of undesired lands Are palpated with the charm of morning light The spasm of the wind dive into sands The life with eternal suffer swoop with the sight Now they don’t care, who cares for them For what they’ve seen are just tyrants But one who cares can care enough For a…