Things Left Unsaid

So much to say yet so little are these words, phrases and sentences don’t make sense anymore. Wish you’d been more around to hear this, though little by little everything tore apart. You know we both saw it coming yet we never spoke about it, we both wanted it so badly yet we destroyed it…

Lest We Forget

Fear so many deaths that we forget, to live our only life. Hold our breath for so long that we forget, it is our turn to breathe. Blinded by the comfort of the bed that we forget, about the monster underneath. Hate too much that we forget, it’s love we need! Wanna be a wordmate?…

I am Enough!

When she stopped waiting for him, the world suddenly appeared to glow. Perhaps it always shone, but she was ignorant- looking and waiting in the dull and dark, to find pieces of herself, that she entrusted him. But on making peace with her broken self, she was the one who healed herself. Now she shines…

Ambiguity

I surrender, I raise my hands. It is difficult to understand, and you are not making things easier either, as you cease to answer. So suddenly, so confusingly; if you were so eager to disappear, why did you once at all appear? If not here to stay, why did you make my heart beat faster,…

Your Heart is The Sea

Let poetry help you examine the depths of your wounds. Let it remind you that no matter how deep it goes, you will be able to heal it because you have been able to heal every single wound inflicted on your heart and soul before. Let these words show you that you will be able…

Thereafter

To my dear one, I don’t remember the day I met you, but that day made me remember you thereafter. I don’t remember the first word you spoke to me, but that word made me converse with you thereafter. I don’t remember the first smile you gave me, but that smile asked me to keep…

Eventually

Yes, it’s difficult for me to bloom; the Sun, the winds and the drops, are hurting my costume. But there will be a dawn, and I’m waiting for that opportune, when one of my sepals will win and wave, by a lagoon, after this typhoon! Wanna be a wordmate? Connect with us and transform your thoughts…

But She was a girl

When she found herself in the womb, she wanted to freely bloom. Her heart started beating, as she eagerly waited for the greeting. Soon she stretched her arms, spreading along her charms. She then sucked her thumb, there seemed music- she did hum. She was pretty as a pearl, but they found out she was…

Identity

I wish humans were color blind, so they’d know how to be kind. Irrespective of the colour, class or creed, realize that it’s the same blood we all bleed. Every life matters, when will we all understand? How much more cruelty do we have to withstand? Wanna be a wordmate? Connect with us and transform…

Imperfect Love

Love is not always perfect, it may not be a fairytale, nor a storybook to collect. Love is about overcoming barriers, facing the challenges, which often seem the pain carriers. It’s worth fighting to be together, holding on and vouching for, forever. It’s a short word- easy to spell, difficult to define, and impossible to…

The Voice

My dear, you are so cheerful. As you approach with dancing steps, and speak in happiness- oh my, what a voice that is, turning things up-side-down! Where do you find so many words to say? Laughter-filled whispers in my ear- so playful, I love to hear your voice, every single day! Wanna be a wordmate?…

Reborn

When I close my eyes I’m with you, when I open my eyes I miss you. The feel of your fingers, still linger on my skin. Blissful sin in every form, when you’re with me, I am reborn. Stoke the fire all night, when you’re with me, everything seems bright. Two bodies entwined- pure lust,…

Seven Moons

There was a time, I considered myself privileged on this Earth, because in contrast to her single moon, I had seven. Her powerless moon forced a reputation all by the charm of Mother Nature, while mine were the cause of my shine. I had never desired anything better- neither did I have any big wishes,…

Oblivion

Blood pumping, face gleaming with sweat, spirit soaring and dropping simultaneously. Stars twinkling, lighting the field, winds blowing. Heaving sighs, he stood there, short of breath. With a sword in his untidy hand, his shield glistening, with beads of crimson red hanging loosely in his other hand, he could smell earth, blood, sweat, and ignited…