My fingers are aching from watching the quickening hands of a clock – I just don’t know if I can keep up anymore. I stretch out my cracking palms, knuckles that are bruised and bloodied. I only fought myself- but does that mean I won? The keyboard is broken. I thought that if I just … Continue reading “So you’re a writer?”

We stood there at the bus stop like we were standing at the edge of the world. Ready for our call to battle in the square of no man's land on this arbitrary road. Each with a number - a place to go. Readying ourselves to be shuttled into the rest of our lives. We … Continue reading Bus Stops

I believe that all of humanity can be observed on the doorsteps of the world. In that hallowed space between the sweet safety of home and the promise of the rest of the world, there, the species’ capacity for love, deprivation, humility, kindness, hatred is all laid to bear witness to. There, where tears fall hardest, … Continue reading Just a quick thought on doorsteps.

It was as if the sunlight had been caught between your hands, as you weaved them to perform your intricate snipping, the morning flashing off the scissors – staring back at my reflection My reflection staring back at me – as the shadows licked the desk and you cut away the edges, you tell me … Continue reading Microdose

Summer sunshine at the cusp of spring filtered through the leaves on that tree outside my window, to settle lightly between the furrows of your brows, A lifetime of worries past etched in shadows of your bones. The hazy late-afternoon light captured in an endearing clarity in the warmth of your smile-creased brown eyes, The … Continue reading

It has been two years since I finished my IB diploma and left sixth form. That is insane to me. Lately, I have been reading through the plethora of diaries that I kept during those two years from September 2013 to Spring 2015. I entered into that new world of academia, a new school, new … Continue reading The ugly face of that A*- a reflection on my last years of school

I haven’t penned down a thought in a while, I tried catching the right words but I guess it’s harder if you have forgotten the net. Like trapping smoke with your hands, writing anything became purely hypothetical, as the sibilance and structure slipped right through my busy fingers, Time, there is never enough of that … Continue reading Another Full Moon

Like a spectrum of dust dancing through sunlight – us, all lost in the cosmic debris Talking with ease, breathless sentences spoken before the rest of us have awoken Sleep-waking through elevator doors, destination; space. At your desk, we’re all still dreaming. “I’ve been meaning to call, just got lost in it all” Crystalized moonlit … Continue reading A Tale of Two Writers

For a while back there I drifted in and out of my own existence. A little leaf caught up in the breeze, just another spec of far –off debris. I could barely distinguish myself from the myriad of bright lights and glossy pages that spilt out from every orifice of this gurgling city. When I … Continue reading Finding Myself

“Love me. Love me, please, please tell me that you do.” Caught up in the wild arctic winds you cast across a room- When we touched I heard a sort of heaven; a symphony of mandolins Playing in the confines of my timid constructions. Intricacies leaking from your fingertips and from the corners of the … Continue reading Creatures of the Wind