Mindless Memoirs

I say I find it hard to care anymore And yet, Every time someone in my family Falls sick, I am inches away From falling apart. I say something is wrong with me And yet On the days I wake… Continue Reading →

I weave words Into flower-rings And stroke my fingers Across the rough surface of My notebooks. I sway to the sound Of pens scratching on paper, Of pages being turned, Of essays being typed. And in the process of Drowning… Continue Reading →

My family Is a bouquet Of sunflowers On the graves Of my unfinished poetry. I Am a single rose, Learning How to wrap foil Around my thorns So that I don’t prick people When they reach out to me. Today,… Continue Reading →

I realised today That we, as humans, Spend our entire lives running from two things:- Despair, and Death. When a virus Takes over our entire world, We stay Behind cloth masks And locked doors; Just to make sure That a… Continue Reading →

I sit tonight To re-write The poems on my friends I discarded Because they were ‘too-childish’. I. Shared food (I get the biggest share). Fights. (Can you stop being this rude?). Hugs. (I’ll miss you, these vacations). Orange ice-creams (Your… Continue Reading →