Why did I fall in love with you?

Why did I fall in love with you? Maybe not the first But by the second day, I knew, “This girl, I need, a blissful curse.” You were like the sacred trees, You were like the winter breeze, Not too soothing on first sight, Too sharp to bicker and to fight, But you were there… Continue reading Why did I fall in love with you?

Lost

I am lost, lost in the darkness, this darkness inside. I do not know now where I can hide anymore. I’m lost in this labyrinth, this labyrinth of broken dreams;¬†daydreams and nightmares – it is too hard to tell them apart. All I can hear now are the echoes I once created, striking me hard… Continue reading Lost

being Childish

I like being childish. Childish is fun, not necessarily simple, but fun. It is fun to wake up every day, put on the hard, upright shell of an adult. It is fun to pretend to take all the responsibilities that come with that shell. It is fun to look at others in the eye with… Continue reading being Childish

Kolkata: The Selfish City

Kolkata is very selfish. She takes away a lot from you, more than it ever gives back. Every tiny secret you have, she knows, every bit of love you felt, every little heartbreak and the apparent closures, she knows about every single lie. You are the one who tells her everything. She just makes sure… Continue reading Kolkata: The Selfish City

Red Skies

The sky is all red, Red like the eyes of that girl crying, Crying about something, A little unclear, a little muddled, She has already forgotten “why?” But she cannot forget the pain. When the rain caresses your cheeks, You can almost feel the sorrow, Her sorrow. It’s cold, But in some ways still is… Continue reading Red Skies

Happiness and Poetry

Oh, how poetry ceases to be found when happiness is. The comfort, the exhilaration, the joy, all of it overshadows and suppresses all the aesthetics, all the intellect trying to pen down a poem. The feel is there, that sweet scent in the air present, but how do one find words for a perfect fit.… Continue reading Happiness and Poetry