The trappings of my heart Devour me to be A woman who succumbs To her feelings free And in that intensity I question myself About my past, future and present. For all I see is a smokescreen in front And the silhouette of the knight Riding the horse He loo...
The queen of kings Had a heart of gold About her many tales were told Some were true and some were false Did she give a damn? Well when asked she said “B***s” And there goes the rule for all us girls Don’t bother for better or worse Do what your heart des...
I have lost my God today And can hear my heart cry I have lost myself today and And have to live till I die The moments, memories andintensity are all gone And the demons from past No more haunt Yet today I felt I have lost my God As I evolve I can see A...
This is the story of an angel without a halo One day unlike an angel he wallowed What a paradox I am a creature of heaven But now I am in hell and lesser mortals on my heaven dwell If only I could get back my halo I would bring back the smiles And wipe te...
ITS primal fear, always being overshadowed by its peers and its constant act at moulding and remoulding itself into likeable bits. Everything and just about everything about IT is volatile and malleable in a way that nothing of itself remains in its exist...
To be the woman you so desire to be, Your heart will be broken a million times. To be the woman you want to be, Your tears will be hidden beneath those eyes. To feel the woman you so become; Million miles you will tread alone. And to be the story that onc...
Was just browsing the net today while I came across “Darwin's little warm pond” the experiment that suggests the details of evolution or how life was formed. Quite an interesting thought and it left me thinking about it for some strange reason or the othe...
It is difficult coming back to a place where nobody has time for you. School is much better, the sounds too, much pleasant; students buzzing with various activities and humming like a swarm of bees, memorizing lessons, repeating, mumbling, inaudible words...
The dust settles on my grave, And to the world I am ‘no more’. Buried deep in the hollows of hell, Where your tears don’t reach anymore. I long for your touch and your words just one more time. The memories of our times spent together A reminder of how ‘d...
Ever noticed when you are sitting inside a train and looking out of the window, first you see the grass, then the trees at a distance and slowly as you start thinking about other things in your mind everything outside becomes a green blur. On and on it co...
The dreams that we saw Your sweet little flaws The laughter and the tears The silly magnified fears Thankless it seems is everything And the beginning and the end Endless Days together that we spent Thankless it seems is everything From morning till noon...
"Hello Taya have you been waiting for me?" Said Stree hugging the tall and elegant Kinnar from behind. Yakha was the third gender. Stree affectionately called him Taya. He/she was both a parent, mentor and bodyguard all rolled into one for Stree. Yaksha w...
While walking by my old homeA grain of sand fell in my eyeAnd as I looked at the crumbling wallsAnd trees growing out of theOnce ‘lived in’ hallsI tried to let the memories pass byAnd my hands moved to rub my eyesMy son asked ‘Isn’t that your old home dad...
THE PASTIn the palace King Karna walks the arched hallways with his ‘sarathi’ and chief confidant and advisor Mani.She (Stree) is a difficult child. Her father already brought much shame by marrying that gypsy woman and left me with the burden of this chi...
My life is not simple, it's complicated. My dreams too are unlike yours…vivid yet complicated…and the one in them plural and not singular. If one of them chases my subconscious in my dreams the other too emerges, much like a horse rider from smoke…all of...
