Dont look at me like that Like you have never looked before. I want nothing from you. Neither words of comfort, nor condescension Neither your dreams, nor your demons. I don’t want you to recount How you chased autumn leaves in desert sands Or planted azure trees in barren lands. I don’t want your compassion […]Read Post ›
I had loved you for a brief while, in a city that was neither yours nor mine. I had loved you in bright evenings and dull days on dusty streets- when we stood and stared at the jostling crowd that would never be us. I had loved you over iced lollies and cups […]Read Post ›
And then I trickled down your arm
Of hills and vales and ridges ;
Until I reached your elbow and you wiped me off.
I met my inglorious end,
In the glory of my journey,
Resplendent at the tracks I left
Down your ebony arm,
my sweet.
as the wilted autumn leaves on the ground
turned a shade of brown that could very well be
the imagined color of blood and sweat,
Curious it is, my friend Rumors you heard doing rounds. I wonder when was it that Shit came tumbling down. I wonder how was it when Shit came tumbling down. Course: Introduction to Poetry Prompt: Friend Style: Acrostic (CRISIS)
Is my skirt short enough?
Is the depth of my dress okay?
Is my naive neckline plunging just fine?
Will my high heels make you stay?
Here I drag with me
To the depths of solemn seas
Another droplet.
She welcomes me
Into that shabby alcove
Where I had left her lifetimes back.
