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Write for me a song that you can sing behind blue curtains and waving wind to the tossing kite and lonely string, when the silvered sky cracks, caving in. Sing me a song that you know will stay- blotchy inked, water washed yesterday may try ve…

Troubled waters tape and china taped china can still float tired and tilted, for one heart bled a little too much while the other just watched the show….

I know I’ll be fine in a day or two, But I can’t be fine today. I will stay up all night just so my eyes Hold on to yesterday. Such euphoric happiness, and such pain, Coursing through the human vein; The silver lining of the clouds Poured down…

The cocoons break open. The butterflies sit outside, drying their wings of teal and black with white dots of various sizes, like accidental spray paint on a five year old’s first attempt. They will soon take flight, you can feel that, in the…

Lighting a lamp is an easy task, ere which you mustn’t forget to ask, with a knock on the brass, on the side, politely, if anyone’s inside. For all you know, there may be a bug, cozying up upon its warm rug, inside the lamp, which it calls it…

Sixteen seemed to be a summer fling Between dopamine, gigantic dreams, In front of that cubic computer That almost knew what floppies were. The adrenaline rush, never better Than when I got my bright red letter. Confused between what the world…

We gel rather incongruously, like mint in smoke, chewing gum after two burnt cigarettes. Refreshing. intoxicating. A study in chaos. We gel rather inconveniently, like that half centimetre between your heel and the shoe, which lets the fancy…

The electricity is out. Somewhere nearby Lightning struck a transformer down. I’m grateful for it. I can hear their voices. Human beings On their front porch, on their terrace Are talking to each other….

The most agonised cries for help aren’t those that rumble like thunder across stormy skies, with lightning tattooed all over them. They’re the incessant raindrops- mostly invisible, almost silent, which slide off your palm, unnoticed, as you t…

When pours a drop of uncertainty, And rolls to the bottom of the cup, Let it remain what it wants to be, Let me brave the fear and lick it up. Fear is good, or so I’ve been told, But let me not dwell on it so long That it robs me of the best…