// Written in response to Overwhelming.

The scars on my back arent’s as deep

As the ones etched permanently,

On tear-stained flesh and dark lines

Underneath blurry eyes.

Because who knows, how loud

The wails will sound, the

Next time I cry out your name

And hopefully, the next time,

Won’t be in helpless agony and

Timeless, foolish hope.

But in fire,

Red, hot, and the one that tears down

The walls I built;

Which can shatter and break,

Kill and smear,

Drape and revere,

The surging tide beneath.

And once it washes over the

Entirety of your being,

I hope that I rise again,

Anew and detached, with newly-built


And should your shadow dare to fall

On the new face I call my own,

This time I won’t plague myself to wipe out your

Existence, no;

This time I’ll take you down.



//Written in response to Replacement.

The pain came later,

First, the words thudded around in,

My heart, squeezed right there in front of you,

Oh! How deep the echoes of rejection,

Resonated, and not once did you look back,

Except for maybe a slight turn of the left shoulder,

Or maybe, that too, was a fragment of my

Imagination, which draws up your form,

Again and again and again.

And right when the emptiness had taken its toll,

You hit me back harder, this time, however, with

A weapon I didn’t recognice.

She was lean, petite and had the sun radiating from her eyes,

And you looked at her quite different; I wonder what went right?

I knew not then that the emptiness would return,

That the room would feel dark again;

I knew not then, that the clouds would fade,

And her laugh would swim around in my mind.

I just knew, that the cold grip would return,

My mind capturing my heart,

Feeding me those same old lies, intoxicating me with those

Same old hopes. I begged, and bruised, and charged at my mind,

To let go of my soul; but alas!

Little did it listen.

Instead, it consumed it alive.



// Written in response to Calm, but I’ve taken the liberty to convert this word into its exact opposite. 

There’s this fire,

Cursing through my veins,


Mind-numbing; I fear

It might just burst open

Some vessel pulsing beneath my

Skin; I fear,

It might just crash down some walls,

I took a long time to build, but not long enough

To secure; I fear,

It might just tear down my solace,

I’ve find so hard looking, and finally

Found in you; I fear,

It might just rob me of my senses,

I had put so much faith in, but never

Enough heart; I fear,

It might just knock me down,

And crush my legs from beneath;

Unable to stand, I look up and if,

If by chance, my eyes glance upon your face,

I fear, this fire, this bone-crushing desire,

Might just be the end of me.


//Written in response to a daily prompt. I know this is too fluffy for my writing, but I’m in a silly mood today so bear with me 😀

We could dance around under the midnight shimmer,

Careless whispers frozen into the dark of the night,

My skirt twirling, and your hair ruffled, two little dynamites,

Shattered through collision, joined by decision.

Or, we could walk down the narrow bed of the river,

Scared hearts plunging into unknown territory,

My chest thumping, and your pulse thrumming, we could

Drive away all uncertainity, we could take it a step ahead.

Or, we could lay awake in the afternoon, because which

Person in love, does not do it at night,

Laze around near the dandelion petals, and speak of nothing

As the sun quietly slips behind all the fluff in the sky.

Or, we could engage in silly talk, my blabbering

A good match to your brooding, and silly you who thought

That ‘Destiny isn’t real!’,

Did you see now, what fate be capable of?

Anything we could have done, anything but this,

Listening to the song you loved, alone,

Isn’t just what it is.

And chasing sea waves, with my arms open wide,

You by my side, as a mere memory though,

Isn’t just what I had.

Or, we might not have started the good,

To save us from going through the bad,

And maybe one day, you by my side

This dream would have anyway come alive.



Where Have I Been? Why Am I Not Writing? What’s the Plan?

Hello people! How have you all been? I know it’s been 2 darn months since I last posted something on this blog, and here I am trying (failing) to come up with a reasonable explanation, and also talk to you about my plans with this blog.

Now, firstly, I haven’t had a lot of time. I’m in 12th grade and I have my board examinations coming up in about 4 months, so I don’t really have a lot of time to do anything. I’ve still been able to continue successfully with my book blog because I have been reading a teeny tiny bit, but amidst all of this mess that is school, this blog got completely sidetracked. I honestly never even opened up this site in quite a while, and not that I had forgotten about it, but it was there way back in my mind. I know this screams neglect and irresponsibility, but it is how it is.

Also, I haven’t lately been in a writing mood. I don’t, for the life of me, understand what is wrong – I just don’t feel like writing. With the book blog, it’s still easy because there I have something to talk about, so I don’t really have to bring out any creativity of my own. But here? I’m just not feeling it.

However, I do plan on changing things. I think I’m going to try my hand at poetry for a while nowlike I’ve been doing since my last few posts, and I have planned to publish something here once in every week. I definitely want to get back to nurturing and developing this blog, it’s nowhere near good, but I want to work on it. I just need to find the time.

So this week onwards, I’ll be planning to publish one post (mostly poetry) every single week, until my boards gets over, post which I can hopefully give my full attention to this blog.

I don’t know if it’s obvious or not, but I do enjoy writing. I love it, but I find it difficult to manage writing along with school and homework and studies. Everything is just too hectic right now to actually channel my energy into anything except studies. I hope you understand 🙂

Also, to all of you who did not unfollow in spite of me being MIA, I love you guys!

One Mistake

I don’t think you realize that I typed that out,

In a frenzy, in a hurry,

With a spool of heat rushing to my head, very much alike

In nature, to the heat which flooded my cheeks when your fingers grazed mine

But so much different from how it made me feel. And

My hand acting of its own accord, picked up the phone,

Those same hands which had touched your hair a mere two days ago,

Running my fingers through them and shading your eyes from the sun,

Those same hands, how had they come to this?

I sent you two lines, hurried and misspelled, and poured down

Years’ worth of feelings and agony and love and pain into those lines,

Thinking that it would culminate our suffering, and bring us to a new start.

Oh! How foolish could I have been? Had I not known, that it would be the doom of us?

Had I not forseen, that it would only lead to clipped goodbyes and unsaid half-truths?

And when finally you called back, saying how this end was meant to be be, I noticed the

Calmness in your voice, and yet the fire surging beneath.

You repressed the anger, and hid your pain well, and the wall of indifference you put up,

Oh how I wish I had seen through it. I could have stopped a lot of nights

Spent in hunger, and yearning and tears. I could have stopped those

Fleeting glances, which said so much yet left a lot unsaid.

I could’ve saved us from so much heartbreak, and forgive me, the naive me,

For the mistake that I made.


And I Write

I see the curve between your eyebrows,

And the pale shadows beneath your lurid eyes,

The grin you put on, tired yet a clear facade,

And the best I can do is muse.

I gaze at the horizon with you by my side,

And feel your hands twitching to convey something your

Lips cannot; the way you adorn a sense of complacency,

And the best I can do is muse.

I notice the mundane look on your face,

And the contrasting light in your eyes

The ruffled hair and its unspoken mysteries,

And the best I can do is muse.

I glance at your subtle dismissal, Of all the

Incessant questions peopls have for you

I try to discern the smile playing around your lips,

And the best I can do is muse.

What do you feel? When your eyes collide with mine,

What races through your head, faster than a bizarre dream

Do I blind you like you do me sometimes,

And the best I can do then is muse.

What lies behind, the few words that you choose to speak,

Which have the power to make or break my day

And why, oh why, do you choose silence when so many revert to chaos,

And the best I can do is muse.

I’m baffled, and disconcerted,

And I do what I best can. And do you know?

What really happens, is I muse and I ponder,

And the only thing left to do is write.