Voices.

Kill yourself, I would listen to the voices go about again as I find myself Listening constantly to the Circular chiming of the ceiling fan that plays along with the wind that blows and witnesses my survival. My muscles don’t move no more And I keep my hands hidden as they shiver holding back from

Vibgyor

I love you Like the shades of a rainbow radiating In the might of a rain pouring down with a Passion that could never equate ours, The violet peeping through my arms you crush with those stubborn shoulders that refuse to give up the touch of my skin striking against yours, The tinge of indigo

On trying to let go

I see the veins on your forehead palpitating, The wrinkles in your smiles diminishing, Your laughter doesn’t echo in corridors anymore, Your presence seems more emptying than any of those absences, I think I understand now, The way your eyes explore the sea ports streching their way to the town we first met in, What

Dear future self

Dear future self, I want you to come back to this moment, I want you to not forget this feeling you’re feeling right now, I want you to remember the exact color of the sky, and the dearth of the free flights of even a single bird, I want you to remember the absence of