Tag: Relationship

  • Dimensional Paradox

    Dimensional Paradox

    5 stars on my wrist, Aligned in a line, Shines and speaks out loud, Reminding me of the galaxy lying on the pin’s point. Smaller enough that after losing a person, We soon meet him in the 4th dimension called time, Maybe in future or in past. These stars, They fade and vanish, But soon…

  • The Mighty Man!

    The Mighty Man!

    I want to color all those paintings, With human eyes which look sad and demotivated, Because they are not being watched. A lot was put into those by the painters, I suppose. I am no artist, But I observe. I want to take everyone to those exhibitions Who are unhappy and messing with their own…

  • She

    She

    A smiling face, With visible rib cage. Dirt on her legs And generosity in hands. I passed in future, But stood in present. Looking for some shrunken bananas, I bought some and her hand raised, To bless. No language, No signs, just eyes which speak, The language forgotten but very unique, Called care. Daily I…

  • Dear Bully!

    Dear Bully!

    I see friends going to parties without me. An empty classroom, with teachers teaching only me. Subjects being – The art of being nice And the techniques to attract friends. I open my tiffin box to see, That my mom forgot to pack me, friends. I see some girls laughing over there. Some boys standing…

  • Poem: Dear Crush!

    Poem: Dear Crush!

    Dear Crush, You do not know me, But yet unknowingly, You make the fire burn in my heart. An unknown touch leads the butterflies to pave a way in my stomach, Which may be are in the restful state before that gesture. Yes, I never want you to hang out with any other girl, Yes,…

  • Poem: Happy Tears

    Poem: Happy Tears

    If you believe that happy tears are fake, Just wait. And when the time comes, Try to catch those beautifully created moments, Preserved only for you, By god, Which you will get in future. Just don’t forget to drown in those.

  • Poem : Love

    And I still wonder how he tucks me in bed When I am at my lowest. He plays ukulele and sing along, To make me sleep. He also tells me the tale of past Of how we have already swum across the giant ocean Of doubts, fury and emotions By taking all along.

  • Granny : She is a Zombie

    The wheel is not stopping, The generation tree is growing and growing. I think, I am the past, the future. I the present – listening and answering.