Chained to the Memories

this is another poem i penned in the middle of the night when i couldn't sleep. it's about those haunting moments when you're just staring at the ceiling of your room and then the torturous memories begin to sweep in your head and then everything seems beyond your control.

the chains that hold on to me

I kept 'hold on to the memories'

now screaming looking at the sky

beacon tell me will I survive?

the chains of the past

and pain stuck under my skin

the blood moon is on the rise

and something buried will come out at night

in chains of blood

in chains of memories 

i try to survive

but haunting midnight comes after daylight 

Of Spirits, Memories and Forget-Me-Not

i penned this poem in the middle of the night when i couldn't sleep. just like yours my midnight's are also haunting. this is a poem for all those who still bear the painful memories which are here to stay. this is for all my poetry friends 🩶✨️

to be someone's muse- a feeling unknown!

an honor so grand but beyond my hope,

the vastness of the sea before my eyes

it's secrets can't be hold in a rhyme,

midnight's darkness- a friend for so long

now a foe, never haunted me before,

a rose by other name can be 'forget-me-not'

'sorrows, sorrows and prayers' always knock at my door,

cemetery is the home for the spirits

cemetery is the home for the memories,

i long for the "good old days"

when summer never left me alone,

now in my winter's barren land

a glittery hope is what i pray for!

Winter's Call to Let it Go

i penned this poem based on my how i feel about hope and autumn 🍂. it's not just a season but also reflects transition in the struggles in life. sometimes letting go is the best thing and you will find the right thing!!

oh my these beautiful days!

autumn has come and will soon be gone

with leaves falling down brown and pale

some leaves are clinging with the hope 

will they even survive the winter's cold rage?

i summon the greatest of the force

to teach them how to fall away

hope is a devil in disguise 

that will make everyday hard to survive 

if you don't fall down, will have nowhere to stay

Lingering in the Rain

"Lingering in the Rain", is my first ever poem that i penned in collaboration with another poet and friend of mine. 

✍️ written with: Deepali 

my muse

my unspoken words

our antithetical stories

your charm

your goodbye before the dawn

i traced the lines of our fate

never aligned

the red string woven around

which seems too weak 

your presence lingers around me

like a shadow

rain poured down before

before we became alive

before I let it out

before I could hold on

before you screamed it out

I watched you being washed away from my shore

i watch the rain 

blurring the edges of my side of the world

As i wait for it to cleanse my wounds

As i wait for it to blur my memory

As i wait to let go