Scattered

When you are high on the sleepless nights, drunk with the tears in your eyes but everyone around you needs more than that, to escape into their haven or hell, while you sit and strum your ukulele aimlessly and your head draws a blank as silent as a grave and as maddeningly loud as a…

Mind Reader

My eyes lock with hisMy mind locks itself As I focus on the dark brown rim of his iris staring at my frail bodyAnd think about everythingEverything. I don’t want the people in this room to know about me“If minds could be read,” He asks“What would I find in yours?”He pauses to sucker punch my…

The glass wall

There he wasHe stood across the glass wallWith A little girl beaming beside himIn a world different from her own. Something strange was happening to her,Love was a feeling which she had never known. They stood for a while nowAs the little girl squeaked in delightHe brought her to the museum every Sunday She watched…

Thoughts at midnight

Have you ever breathed into the night? Or let the night breathe into you? The above two lines may seem the same but mind you, are entirely different. When you breathe into the night, they don’t seem dark anymore. They are beautiful, as beautiful as drinking semi warm coffee sitting on your balcony with Sufjan…