Burnt

There was once when words could nourish my soul — a time when I was still a girl my mum was proud of, a time when I stuck to the birds and the bees. There was once when I swore I would never change — a time when I accepted blue as just a colour,…

Just as the sun hit my face,

I forgot the foolish hours I stood by dusting the phone. The warmth enveloped me and things fell into place — if I were not enough then, at least now they are bygones. Last night my heart was drenched in red and white, I drank, I sipped; glasses clinked till the morning. Today I awoke…

The Big Old Tree

It stood tall, meek, warm and yellow, with leaves too crisp and mellow. While I danced with a spring in my step, it too swayed along with the breeze, adept. Sometimes it would peer through my window. Green with envy, it waves hello and asks the summer heat to stop — blemished, sweltering and hot. From…

I know of such a place

where train tunnels are not always engulfed in darkness, where time rambles on tracks and meadows stay forever green only sometimes they become coated with yellowed snow to rejoice the coming of a European winter. Such a place I know of where you could freely run away from any catch twenty-two, where you could still be…

Blue 

Finally I figured the reason why I refuse to cave in to people and things – call it an act of martyrdom, but dependence is a foolish ding. We harbour one thought – the weird one – that one of them perpetually stays, even when you come undone. But still naturally today I found myself…

Falsetto

Whenever I long to reach for a something shelved too high, I ponder if cuts are going to itch or if tears are bound to run dry. Whenever I deem something unmissable, I linger for too long within its velvety edges. But my heart tells me to keep my composure as this world may be…

Alone Together (Dang)

Late night, I took the subway back home, all by myself. Mellow acoustics murmured in my ears I glanced at my watch. “Dang, it’s twelve – that lonely hour in which people hold back tears.” Tongue tied, I watched them as they kissed, (however voyeuristic it might be) “Dang, young love is wonderful (- don’t…

Frankly my dear,

So tell me Was she on her knees when she kissed your crown? Did she sing all the right notes this time around? Have you smiled, and did all these make you drown? Go, don’t come to me to Tell me what you found

Reversion

So, I knew that person once. That person who treasured the littlest trinkets, and derived the utmost satisfaction from staring at late-night movie screens to heartily guffawing at romantic comedies. That person who was unselfish and hopeful – she expressed her affection gregariously and swore that the last thing she would do was go around slaughtering those who loved…

Wonder(wall)

They say people are brought together by intoxication. I always snorted at this conjecture – right until that very occasion where we subconsciously formed an indenture. Maybe it was not booze after all, because of how we came together and found each other, like overall concentric circles. I snickered at the smirks that you fired…