They say poetry and art are the expression of negative emotions. We draw inspiration from them - the feelings that we never wanted to have. Longing, loneliness and loss. Rainy days and quiet Sunday afternoons. It must be a human error. To anguish the sadder days with more feeling than the happy days. I suppose … Continue reading Evolutionary curse.
Broad-shouldered friend.
I dreamt of you today.. Standing broad shouldered, yellow shirt - a sullen face that never gives out much. My reliable friend. It's a funny thing - nostalgia. It reminds us of memories that never truly existed. It gives back only the best of the golden days. Swinging your heart along to the rattle swings … Continue reading Broad-shouldered friend.
stretched thin
hiding our wounds time and time again. Sprawling our selves - stretching thin to let you in. Hushing our words and shying our tears. wrapped in layers to hide our scars. Slowly we bled Monthly a tear. to weep for generations
The sad stories
The saddest stories - are the ones that were left untold. Those ones without a beginning or an end - the ones that leave us with the never-ending "what-ifs." The sad stories - they make you question the meaning of life - wonder what it means to live a good one at that. Leave trails … Continue reading The sad stories
Hiraeth.
Once a friend told me about the meaning of hiraeth. the feeling of longing for a home you once knew - she said. I thought - I knew that feeling all too well. a longing for a home that exists only in my memories. In the hidden fissures of my being. Hiraeth. The light rays … Continue reading Hiraeth.
stories.
it wasn't privilege that taught us to write. nor was it pride that taught us to speak. we inked to remember our stories - you turned embers of our pages. we screamed to fight for our voice - you scattered us into the ocean. and now - now you rewrite our histories. Our her-stories, they-stories … Continue reading stories.
And it pattered on.
On the days, they would come with glistening eyes. Carry us around with child like laughter and rejoice in our excitement. But nights were never so kind. Nights came with shudders - each sound a cause for fear. Counting the ones that lay and the ones that stayed. Some nights snakes sprawled the ground and … Continue reading And it pattered on.
cloudless nights
time slows down a little sometimes - and I get lost in these highs and lows. nights spent questioning the ceiling and days in wonder of those skies - quietly swimming by in a melody of their own making. It will all be fine - you say. with a smile that matches those clouds and … Continue reading cloudless nights
Untold Stories
I am sorry I haven’t told your loud ears – that these are the many days of untold stories. Gone by in minute silences – stifled in pillow cases. They are the quiet droplets that tear down train windows – as the world silently moves by, a blur in memory. The many hours trying to … Continue reading Untold Stories
Vellai Curtains 