Moments and Memories.

As my soul longs for love on a stranded night,my eyes stick on to a yellow folder sitting down in a dusky deserted cornerof my room as if screaming out to meto open up the jar of memories etched in it.I turn the white pages which had these little red hearts at the end of

Come back to your home.

For how long will you wander aroundtrying to find peace in other people?It’s been long, come back home to me now.You search for a home by drawing mapson women’s skin trying to find a placewhere you can live,You go to their arms,sleep in them trying to soothe your soul,You present them your broken heartthinking they

Some wounds don’t heal with time.

“Wounds don’t heal with time,” I told myself as I walked through my past once again. Why is it so that every time we try to get away from something, it follows us? Why are we reminded of the same old scars time and again? No matter how hard we try to let go of

We’ve been born in a time..

We’ve been born in a timewhere heartbreaks are fanciedand true love seems like a myth,poems of betrayal and heartbreaks are admiredover the poems of love and nature,the celebrity news catches our attention more oftenthen the real issues ever do,feminism is being used by some to play the victim card,mental health has become just a topic

Caged.

It was a new morning but everything seemed different. The darkness faded away with the night but not from my life. I stood in front of the mirror draping a saree, wearing bangles and applying a bindi and sindoor. Like a newlywed bride, was what I was expected to look like today. A modest smile

Memories.

There are certain days when I reminisce about our special memories,the burden of which my heart carries.I think of them quite occasionallyBut today I feel them more fiercely. Today is the day I felt your love for the first time,And suddenly everything started feeling fine.I remember how our eyes met and said all the unsaid