The Shooting Star

Today, I came across a poem I penned for my mother 8 years ago! We might be many years older, but my admiration for her is unchanged.

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…