A single seashell, pinkened by the sweetness of the sun, Lay her simmering curves by the corals, before the dawn had begun. White gulls balanced the wind between their feathers high above, The water gushing between the sand and their feet, - she fallen deep in love. The chattering of corals left the air salty … Continue reading Like Rocks onto the Shore
Sunlight days, memories Aching for a feeling We chase the butterflies in our stomachs, Across yellow lawns, Maybe we’ll catch those little bugs, And spend the whole night talking.
Desperately fluttering wings, a moth trapped between the window and the world. The rather ugly brown form pounding again and again, relentlessly trying to reach the light from the streetlamp just outside. I watch it with interest, merely intrigued by the futile struggle. Each time the little moth slams its tiring body against the glass … Continue reading
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