I want to fall in love

As someone who has always been fixated by the big picture, I often forget to find joy in life and get buried under a mound of work and stress. And lately, I’ve been making an effort to just take a few moments to breathe, to look around me and find pleasure in what is around…

Elusive

A Haiku is a type of short form poetry originally from Japan. Traditional Japanese haikus consist of three phrases, with 5,7 and 5 syllables. Modern Haikus adeptly capsulate emotions and present them in a succinct verse. The main aim of a haiku, in my opinion is to convey a message or a feeling in a…

Cry

There’s a common misconception that crying is a sign of weakness. And it’s a stereotype we need to break. Crying is often therapeutic and it’s a healthy way to express emotion. It’s a way to overcome difficult feelings and must be normalized for men, women, parents and kids. To describe that, I’ve written a short…

He was a musician

“Music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination and life to everything.” ― Plato Music has the power to connect people unlike any other medium. It oozes passion and soul; sends chills down your spine and warms your heart; shatters you into pieces and keeps you whole. To…

I sank to swim

I gasped for air as, I sputtered out the salt, Paralyzed by fear, my insides somersault. As we charted further, the line that flirted with, The brown and the blue, was just a bygone myth. And I finally jumped, saline mixed with snot, Sank deeper and deeper, just me and my thoughts. First screaming in…

When I cut open his chest

I still remember, That pungent odour, As I slit his throat, In one clean stroke. My knife moved, Across his parched skin, From the dip below his chin, To the hollow in his stomach. As I reached in, And grabbed his heart, Quelled by infarct, Couldn’t help but wonder About words unsaid, Paths untread, Moments…

Reminiscing of color

I wanted to write a piece describing the stark contrast between life as a child and life today. One that sheds light on the polarizing difference between the content, slow, happy life as a child and the monotonous, blunt, one dimensional wake-up-work-sleep routine that adults have. I had an incredible childhood in a lot of…

Monkey-mind

Having spent a LOT of my days on autopilot, only finding joy in the moment I slipped into bed, I often wondered when it would get better. When I would leap out of bed with a giant smile and find joy in every moment. When my mind wouldn’t be constantly scrolling down that goddamn, never-ending…

Did I even like blue?

As the sky turned purple,the moment day meets night,I waited for you, my dear,under the broken streetlight,my mind drifted with the wind,to the day I first saw you,In the fine three-piece suitmade your eyes a deeper blueand your wife on your arm,not a hair out of place,she enthralled the whole room,with a queen’s regal grace,You…

Into the mind of an artist

I wrote this with the subjectivity of art in mind. How artists are constantly insecure to share their work because they do not know if its sheer brilliance or if they are just blind to their faults. It’s a constant tug of war between you and that voice in your head. Because sharing your art,…