I saw you underwater Innocent and blue, and so was I when I fell for you Two dejected souls Merging into one And we saw the light Coming deep in the ocean It licked the sand at the bottom I breathed out all my love to you While you followed the light And left me … Continue reading Underwater
I remember the first time I saw you You took my brain away My occipital lobe processed your gleaming eyes and your eloquent lips filled with silent passion My tango receptors received your touch like the galaxies colliding, directing to the parietal lobe Temporal lobe detected my name from your lips like soulful music Frontal … Continue reading Stole my brain
To fit in, I paint my lips to their shade of red and plump I paint my quirks to their shade of sanity I paint my hair to their shade of long and silky I paint my eccentricity to their shade of ordinary I paint my skin to their shade of flawless I paint my … Continue reading I paint
It's fascinating how one colour can be so many things The colour of the pain, of the blood in my vein The colour of fire, of a deep desire The colour of sweet bitter love, of the burning sun above The heart in my rib cage, the anger and rage The insatiate lust, of the … Continue reading Red
In the midst of cake and candles and smiles and hugs, I started wondering why we celebrate birthdays at all? Isn't it our mother's achievement to have given birth to us? Why the cake cutting and candles blowing, why the celebration? Looking at the people around me eager for me to cut the cake, wishing … Continue reading Why do we celebrate birthdays?
Have you ever had that wonderful experience that leaves you breathless or blows your mind away (in a good way)? The feeling when you just achieved something, fell in love, finished a marathon or travelled to a beautiful country? What did you do next? Message your best friend about it, post photos on Facebook or … Continue reading Stories
And that doesn't include what I "learnt" in school Half the things we worry about won't even happen Water is not tasteless Do it when the excitement is still there In the end, you are gonna have to help yourself It is better to say I can't believe I did it than saying I wish … Continue reading 28 lessons I learnt this year
Few hours to go For a new beginning And a year to end Are we ready or not? Only time will tell Count your blessings Make new year resolutions Be prepared to live Be prepared to die 'Cause we may never know If we are going down in drains Or gonna fly up high I … Continue reading An end, another beginning
Time passes And with everyday We get a bit older and wiser Sometimes I wish I could pause time Back to the moment We laughed so hard or our tummy hurt The after dinner talks The evening walks The time we played so much in snow we sweated The silly song lyrics we made up … Continue reading Happy birthday Sister!
Life is a library With people the books Some short, some long Some have stories to tell, others not so much And it is up to us to decide If we are gonna judge them by their covers Or by the titles they are assigned Or by the stories they live and tell Remember that we … Continue reading Life is a library
Today after I came back know from my coaching class, I found my mum looking at old photographs, no, not in mobile or some other electronic device, in the photo albums. The ones we bought years ago, photos still safe under the plastic cover in the photo album. I looked at them, the time when … Continue reading Where are your memories?
The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and the other begins? –Edgar Allan Poe, The Premature Burial. For some people, they are in its sense and meaning, alive and breathing, but deep inside, they have died long ago. Some ugly choices and … Continue reading Boundaries between life and death
A few days ago, I came across a photo on tumblr, I sent it to some of my friends asking them what they think the picture means and surprisingly, all of them had different answers. I was wowed away. Based on the responses, I wrote a series of poems, based on the same picture, looked … Continue reading The plucked flower: A series of poems