Self-love or otherwise. Your first attempt at loveteaches you true love.The ‘I’ve got to make this work’ kind,the innocent, ‘vanilla is the best’ kind,the unconditional, ‘always? always.’ kind.For me, the girl was a reincarnationof everything I had ever loved.There were no terms and conditions,no warnings,and we didn’t take steps one day at a time.Our bed … Continue reading Self-love or otherwise.
Fallen angels My therapist in all hisself-love and happiness gloryasked me to tell you how much I loved you,so this is it.This is my confession. Let’s start with something simple,a waterslide maybe,to ease you into this drowning sea~ i love you.Ever since the day I saw youconverse with an eyelash on your finger,comforting it, cheering … Continue reading Fallen angels
Till the day the world is a safe place to live in, I'll write about the reasons why it's not. While I do sugar-coat things very often to give people reasons to smile, I know that being raw is the only option to spread awareness. This post is about marital rape and justice.
This poem was written to revolve around the prompt word - travel. I've spoken about being a nomad a lot. I've also mentioned my home every now and then. Here I am merging these three topics for poetry. It goes something like this "Before I tell you a story, I have a dictionary that I'd like you to read..."
When I say this, I am speaking for a lot of artists who have spoken to people about their art, we've all been asked way too often about what inspires us. I've tried to brief the answer to this kinda-short-kinda-long poem that I hope you'll really like. I talk about everything that makes an artist creative and then I talk about why this poem is actually for all of us. Also, there's a mini-tale in it. It starts something like this - 'Creativity stems from happiness, and happiness from us...