im in the shower, the water is hot a hot shower on a rainy day bon iver’s holocene is playing i don’t pay heed to the lyrics the music is beautiful the steam from the shower turns the glass partition foggy i smile the water rushes down my back tickling my spine i smile softly … Continue reading holocene
Jagjit-Chitra.
I was young but I still remember everything. We had a small radio lying on the top of a cupboard in our rectangular gallery. It was near the window of our small kitchen and every morning, my father would play his treasured cassettes on it. Every morning, I'd hear my maa hum to the songs, … Continue reading Jagjit-Chitra.
letters to mother.
wretched. i exist as the wretched form of my mother, as if she were gazing into the mirror. instead of finding myself, i find her. i am the half eaten rotten heart on the dining table that my mother was full too finish. it lies on the dining table, forgotten about, i am made from … Continue reading letters to mother.
bruised.
Oh, when his knuckles turn red, He breathes heavy, I still stay, He loves me, he promised again, Mama, don’t you worry. Hand raised, His lips murmuring the sweet nothings, Fury burning his heart, Words lulling me to the oblivion, Oh mama, don’t you worry. Tender kisses, bruising grips, Blue eyes, skin a different shade, … Continue reading bruised.
hedon.
he brings desire from the unfathomable depths of the vessel i call myself. he stares at me with those sharp eyes of his breathes against the satin soft of my skin pressing feathers; kisses and the ghost of the touches raising goosebumps and leaves me shivering. i gasp when his teeth barely graze break the … Continue reading hedon.
Romanticising.
Look at the being in the mirror for me. Stare into their starry eyes. Gaze deeply. Drown in the beautiful browns, greens and blues, with specks of black, gold and grey. You are a canvas, my beloved. Not a blank canvas. Look at the patches of different shades of skin. Look at the lighter waves. … Continue reading Romanticising.
The Journey Begins
Thanks for joining me! Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton
The Scorned Persephone 