Wilting Plumegrass
While you decline to cry,
high on the mountainside
a single stalk of plumegrass wilts.
Tag: community
Seasonal Writing
The world outside cowers under nature’s wrath,
While words fail to appear,
These thoughts scream themselves sore;
Silenced by the downpour
But forever inspired by the falling leaf.
If I had grown up
I came across a weird train of thought the other day while watching a few kids be the happiest they possibly could be at the time – one that I’ve often entertained before. It’s not necessarily true but it often feeds anxious thoughts. It was that growing up takes away one’s liberty to make mistakes as responsibilities start cropping up. There’s nothing wrong with being wrong, but life isn’t as experimental as it was when I was considered a child.
We’re in this Together | World Mental Health Day 2022
Through this collaboration, I hope to emphasise on how mental health is something that we all experience in vastly different ways – it rarely feels the same for everyone.
Timely Echoes
For dreams etched in hearts
Seldom know death
Eternal Grins
“Fantasy is hardly an escape from reality. It’s a way of understanding it.”― Lloyd Alexander Past the threshold of pain and onward To a home nestled in the valleys Where prayers soar high and sorrow smiles Grief haunts none for grins eternally shine To a home nestled in the valleys Where the ground knows no tears […]
heart & soul spill – poetry
cherished firsts and fleeting scraps of thoughts;
these cold words – dear, are they
for bitter freedom do I hold when they soar away.
City Dear
“Cities, like dreams, are made of desires and fears, even if the thread of their discourse is secret, their rules are absurd, their perspectives deceitful, and everything conceals something else.”― Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities There’s a park around the corner,A dainty human construct,With cobblestone pavements and plastic domes.There’s a park around the cornerThat saves a swing just […]
Adam’s Ale
Hoarse visions and misty revolutions –
Shrivelled, turbid and warm,
Drip down civilization’s neck,
Littering mausoleums
Of forgotten gold and silver.
summer whispers // collaboration with maggie!
I hold them close
And tell them slowly,
They are my friends
If they’ll ever know me
Random Specific Thoughts 