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Love is war

Someone loves me. I know someone does. I mean someone must, right? Wrong. It’s never that easy with love. There is no right or wrong answer. It’s never black or white. It isn’t even gray for chrissakes. It’s an whole different spectrum of colours. It’s like a little kid splattering paint all over the canvas.Continue reading “Love is war”

December, a story…

The city was painted a dull, gray, throbbing entity by the freezing rain that had drenched the cold winter morning. Smoke rolled out of the chimneys of comfortable houses with comfortable furniture and comfortable children. London was merry. With Christmas only a few days away, people were enjoying their holidays with lush wine and theContinue reading “December, a story…”

Foundation for teeth

Wouldn’t foundation for teeth be a totally marvellous invention? Like seriously, why hasn’t anyone thought of it yet? I think I wanted to link it to something else and use it as a clever metaphor. But I’m drained and exhausted and the pulleys and levers in my brain are dry as a bone. So beforeContinue reading “Foundation for teeth”

How he lives

Hi! So I’m back apparently and I’m not doing so well. I’ve been struggling to focus and commit recently. Like literally, I haven’t been able to focus on anything. And commitment is just a foreign word for me. I’ve always been a runner. Running away at the mention of the slightest inconvenience. But there’s aContinue reading “How he lives”

Another silly little poem

I don’t believe you when you say I’m just a phone call away, Hate to break it to myself But no one cares if I’m okay, Spent my whole life searching for a sign Maxed all my credit cards, So why am I still waiting in line? Butter me up, With all your fake validations,Continue reading “Another silly little poem”

A poem from the depth of my personal debris

My mama always saidTo grow upBut I guess I grew downNever listenedNever really caredNow I’m at a crossroadsBut I never even dared To just close my eyesAnd to take a deep breathI’m not a person who dwells in the pastBut sometimes I wonderWhy I always come last Maybe it’s just in my genesBut I neverContinue reading “A poem from the depth of my personal debris”

A new story begins…

So, here I am, starting a new chapter of my life. And what better way to start than quoting your favorite poet? I believe it’s prudent, if not necessary, to begin your journey as a writer by paying homage to your source of inspiration and strength. The strength to wake up every morning and goContinue reading “A new story begins…”