Tuesday 14 February 2023
I thought I will not think of you
Thursday 26 May 2022
Dead Butterflies
They all are dead
Those butterflies
That fluttered
In their stomach.
What killed them -
Lack of flowers?
Pesky predators?
Climate change?
Colorful corpses
Decorate their gut
Decomposing desire
Into graves of grief.
Monday 24 May 2021
Vacation From Life
Thursday 4 March 2021
Moist Memories
Yesterday night, I cried myself to sleep
While I was drafting a response
To the letter that you sent
My response was quite long
But my translation
of feelings to words
somehow felt wrong
my fingers cramped
with the effort of writing
So my eyes started watering
to lubricate my fingers
to also dilute the ink
that was drying off in the pen
I stayed up as long as I could
not knowing when I fell asleep
I woke up only when I felt wet
and my bed was floating
In my room filled with water
It seems like my eyes did not stop
they kept pouring drop by drop
as I snored away in glory
all my books were floating in the water
along with my memories of you
while escaping a nasty slip
I frantically searched
for the letter, I was writing,
for the letter that you wrote
Only 4 moist blank pages were left
with ink faded away like my tears.
Monday 7 December 2020
Blind Justice
Wednesday 14 October 2020
Ew
..EW
I never realized how quickly they grew
When I started all felt good and new
There were many things I never knew
Now my whole universe is askew
When I piled up tasks, they seemed few
But they just multiplied as time flew
I don’t see a clear solution in my view
avalanche of expectations, I am a shrew
Every morning, hopes disappear like dew
With regrets I end my day with a phew
I have gobbled more than I can chew
I desperately wish to do everything anew
My distractions need to be put into curfew
To complete the pending things in my purview
All my skills and focus need to act as crew
To mend all the tears in thoughts with a sew.
Friday 2 October 2020
One Night Sit
my anxiety sours
I have so many chores
left to do in my writing course.
Like I am on the deadline
Hoping everything will be fine
the mind has become a landmine
the oasis of ideas is hit by a famine.
to kill my sleep like a machete
as my thoughts burn like an omelet
as the clock plays a Russian roulette.
I had given up thrice
like a scared puny mice
made me feel not very nice
hoping the deadline adds some spice.
I munch on boiled peanuts
Fighting my mind's if and buts
As discomfort wriggles in my guts.
as strings with words, I try to make
Procrastination is always a mistake
I have this weird sense of being a fake.
reaching for the pack of chips
Wishing I had some hummus dips
As my mind ambushes me with quips.
Watching an online tour seemed just
to ensure my plan doesn't kiss the dust
but my mind fiercely personifies wanderlust.
When In my head I heard a silent scream
only to be woken up by an alarm in my dream
And my blank screen taunting me with a gleam.