What are poems?

Emily, you know poems are not just written words. They are the soft taps of reassurance for everyone that it’s okay to be imperfect, unique and misunderstood. They are the much required consolation that things will be alright. The difficult times shall end and happiness would come again. Not just comfort, they also make you

Life and Death

We hope to live another moment, another day, a month, a year and a life. We hope to achieve all our dreams and aspirations. We wish for all the different things to happen. We hope that in future, we will have money, or love, or peace, or happiness, or quietude. Many are able to accomplish

Life and change

People change….with age, with experience, with circumstances, with people….. We all change, as life moves on, as we go ahead, embarking on different adventures and emotions. We have different roads to go to, different destinations to reach. Sometimes, the situation forces us on a particular path, irrespective of whether we wish to go there. Other

An Open Letter to my first crush

To the first crush of my life You know that time when you feel that you aren’t pretty enough, you wish you were more beautiful so that you could have the guy you want. I remember when I first felt that. It was evening when I went to shop with my parents for my birthday,

Blue…

Blue….. That’s the only color I could think of, every second, every hour. The color of the ocean. The way his irises shine when he is excited or happy, like the waves dancing on the ocean. The way they turn dark and gloomy, when they are sad, like the deepest part of the ocean holding

Stars…..

There are so many, you could never count in numbers. But you could always count on them. They are here to remind you that the world is beautiful. You’re trapped within, but you could enjoy what you have. These stars show you how you could stand out in this world of darkness. You don’t need

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

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