I am a sailor

I am movingSlow, steady motionYet, yacht quaveringTrying to equilibrizeStanding on the deckI see vastnessBlue……Bluish beneathWild blue yonderAll aroundNot a soulVoice of windYet, deadly silent Salty air, saline breath Sonic, tidal waves Kissing the sides of kitesurferWind caressing my faceTranquility hugging my heart I go to the edgeSudden stumbling of yacht Almost deathHolding on to the

Love is home, Love is You

I remember that one time when I asked my best friend, “How do you know you’re in love? How does it feel to be in love?”. He explained his  emotions and whatever he knew about it. He told me that when we care for someone else and give them priority more than ourselves, when we

You…

Last night, I dreamt of you. Your beautiful face, so happy and carefree, the way it used to be, the way it was supposed to be. But did it? I don’t remember what happened in the dream, only your face and the way you kept your hair down covering the forehead, just the way I

Dreams and Fiction

You know, there is a reason why Fiction is this popular. I mean almost every person, once in a while, loves to lose themselves in a world where they can be whatever they can’t be in reality. You can make an absolutely different universe where nothing is impossible. You can make a dog fly, a

Story of the fake ceiling stars

When nocturnal night settles in, bringing extreme darkness and cold, those fake imitation stars glowing lambent, glued on the roofing, secretly narrate the intimate certitude of effusively fond people living under; ironically similar kind trying to fit in side by side, lame jokes and smiles, bickering and fights, tickles and laughs, blissfully conjoined, and impeccably

I’ll follow you

It is dawn now Another rosy day has begun I’m walking on those faded footprints, The waves had washed them away, but I had memorized I follow this path in the incessant hope of meeting you Walking along the shore or traversing through the ocean I’m anxious, I’m eager to see you, to grasp your

Realization

Lost in my depressing thoughts and trying to keep the emotions at bay, I was wandering around aimlessly, focus being on just forgetting everything and moving on. The light breeze, or the darkness or the sound of insects did nothing to supress my urge to just run away and never come back. As I was

Dreams

Gazing at the starlit sky with a crescent moon adorning it, I was laying down in my backyard, preoccupied in my preposterous thoughts again. This time they were about dreams. Not those dreams which are needed to enhance our future, no. I was talking about those uncanny, absurd dreams which we see in our slumber

Imagine

Imagine us being the main characters Of my favourite novel Or your favorite anime? Like you were the Ambrose To my Lillian Or I was the Mitsuha To your Taki. Or how it would be If I were the Rapunzel To your Flynn Or you were the Prince charming To my Ella. Or maybe if

Writer’s Thought

And while sitting on the window sill alone The midnight sky looking haunted, without innumerable stars twinkling, Or the perfectly blotted moon glowing. My pen in between my fingers with its cap open And papers on my lap, waiting to be scribbled Dim light from my night lamp across my bed, I was pondering over