My soul takes me to a land faraway, Guided by the soft melodies, I sway faraway. I write music with my body, paint art with my feet, Emotions form poems; I surrender where they meet. I sing with my fingers, steal words with my eyes, I try to escape reality, and this world full of […]Read More Drunk On Passion
Today is the day of paradoxes. Love and Hate will walk hand in hand. Pleasure and Pain will become the best of friends.Life and Death will unite. But then. But then, isn’t it just any other day? I ask myself this question when a thousand roses bloom from my body. The fragile petals stroke my […]Read More Paradox
This piece uses the symbolism of different flowers. Here are the meanings of the flowers I used in my piece. Cyclamen: Resignation Gladiolus: Remembrance Yellow Jasmine: Grace and Elegance Magnolia: Love for nature Yellow Carnation: Dissapointment; Rejection The wind brushes past my tresses. Whispering secrets wrapped in the faint scent of moonlight into my black […]Read More The Language Of Flowers
Flying away to unexplored heights Following me is the deathly night A chase between my demons and dreams Inside my heart, a battle of screams. Opening one door, only to be pushed back Because my heart loves white, but my mind lives for black These passages of my soul, so labyrinthine Me, my purpose, is […]Read More Purpose
Glistening like moonlight on soft skinEach touch, like a magical heal.Those tiny raindrops on soft eyelashes,Looking like crystals on a black field A mystical rhythm and musical chant,Like angels singing a heavenly song.Fresh mud, and lush, green grass,A beautiful opera, all day long. A gentle breeze, breezing through the air,Like a calm and serene, mesmeric […]Read More Rain Kissed
I’m re-blogging this poem in the light of recent events. The Hathras Gang Rape Case has left all of us horrified, disgusted. But first of all, we really need to erase this stupid mentality where we blame the victim for being raped. “Rape is the only crime in which the victim becomes the accused.” Freda […]Read More Why?
It swirls in the whites of my eyes, threatening to shroud me from myself, and drown me in despair. Misery now defines me and my life. Black ink spills from my eyes. In desperation, I write and rewrite my destiny. The black slate remains black. Crimson coloured curtains made of rose petals touch my body. […]Read More Into The Unknown
Deep, deep, deep inside,A place in the heart, unexplored,Lay a beautiful black rose.Touched by love and hate alike,A charming showpiece, quite ignored,Out of reach, but still so close.Some emotions that want to hide,Hide, but they just don’t go,Trapped by a beautiful rose.Lust, desire, passion–takes time,Hatred, anger and scarred ego–To gather it all, in the rose’s […]Read More Black Rose
Hi guys!! I took a long break and couldn’t post at all because of my studies. But now I promise I’ll try to be more regular (fingers crossed!🤞🏻). The following poem centres around dance, something which is really close to my heart. I have made use of some words which may be unfamiliar to non-dancers. […]Read More An Ordinary Girl
This poem was written in collaboration with Tanvi at A Lightyear Journey. Even though we have worked on this together, it is Tanvi who came with the idea and she is the one who contributed the most! Her blog is full of beautiful poems, which never fail to amaze me. Her writing style is very […]Read More A Collab Post!