Why You Didn’t Call The Next Day
A poem about when you kiss a friend.
A poem about when you kiss a friend.
These carefree whistlersgirls throwing hearts & bodies outto men who will let them falland men who will pick them uponly to throw them backI have been thrown away,thrown over, thrown backI don’t belong here The screaming thundersdripping rage & accusationsto fertile minds that will turn theminto gangrene & cancerThe storms…
Gehraiyaan isn’t a great Valentine’s Day release. But it does make for some rich girltalk fodder.
I’ve always loved Mumbai but now feels like a new lease on life. A second chance to truly experience every breath.
I want a new fairytale.
Girl, love yourself though it be hard.
You tell me this is what it means to loveYou say that is love, this is lovingYou point me to poetryas a dictionary for the love languageAnd therapy terminologyto dissect this feeling These my friend,are conversations about love,Not love itself(And note, that I call you ‘friend’,not ‘my love’)Because I’ve read…
It got harder and harder to write in the end of 2021 as feelings drowned me. But I managed to grab a few words & held onto them like my last hope. I just wasn’t able to be my more industrious self & blog them. Maybe I let that side…
The most uncomfortable thing about the pandemic has been living with Fearful Me. It knows no hope.
My 2021 Christmas post talks to ghosts of my Christmases past and right into a silent future under a star.