Till we die

I’ve got us a perfect place To keep our secrets secret To squirm in our space. I know you like strawberries, and some cherries. I’ve got everything, That we need to pamper us. We’ll be in our skins… inside each other’s, And kiss till we die At the break of dawn. We’ll push our bones…

Song of life

Creaking sound his bones make, Pushing him to think that he can’t take, Anymore of this boredom, Recollects the wreckage of his memoir, Picks up his guitar, That’s covered in dust, Rested for years in the closet eating rust, Tuning up a melody, Hopelessly.. For the song of life…

On your tongue

Ground, Right under my feet is shaking. My mind loves to babble too much; Stumped it’s now, Its time it’s taking. I know my face, what does it say. I’m trying but I’m not good at faking. So eventually You would know that my dreams are in the making, and then you would try but…

Rising from the Ashes

I have been there, in deepest of the hell. I have been through that When you have so much to say, But nobody to tell. I’ve crawled on burning charcoal. Had everyone around, But no one really to hold. I’ve breathed in awful places, The austere bedrooms and cold embraces, I’ve been in love with…

Organized Mess

I was better messed up. Knotted, As you trespassed through me Without a forewarning, Just like my fingers trespassed Through your clothes When you were in them, And weaved a pattern on your skin, That only you could understand. Even if You were always here, Way before your perfume had faded, Thoughts of being with…

The Blind Box

I’m trapped in a cold, blind box, Four square-walls without an exit, I bang my head trying to escape, It’s hard to touch the Sun without sweating, I need warmth, but I’m scared of burning. I wear scars, all over my heart, I’ve been brutally cracked, I’ve been split, I want to be found, desperately,…

Had we remained strangers

With every smile on your face My heart beats a little, As every beat it takes It breaks a little, In my veins as blood refills I curse myself For being so selfish, To see you smile is I always wanted. See how time changes, How it changes us, Love, turned into poison, You left…

“Color Me In Cyanide & Cherries” – The Book

Originally posted on Color me in Cyanide and Cherry:
“Colour Me In Cyanide & Cherries” is my first book of poetry and it is finally ready to roam the world. I am heavily pondering about what to write about it, accustomed to most of my readers already knowing what poems are in here, when and why…