Let me be
This serene bubble
This soothing facade
This warming treachery
The best joke till date
Vivid
She always wrote about love, because love eluded her. It was the enchanted sword that killed fierce dragons. The magic that broke all wicked spells. The remedy for the sick and dying. Love was ‘hope’ after everything was lost.
I promise I’ll come back
Then this dream of a night, lost in her intoxicating smile and what she had said, I found myself asking, could this even be real?
The Show Goes On
A poem that asks us to look behind the masks we all hide behind. Are we hypocrites or players in this show that just goes on?
The Crush
I remembered the middle-aged man in a tie seated on the teacher’s desk. I was in eighth grade and he was my English teacher. And my first crush.