The Light He Stole

Love is a rainstorm.
Strengths and weaknesses
rattle her insides,
shatter her mind and light up the entire sky.
The light escapes the shuddering shadows
and his words come in like sunlight,
in her world that she needs.
He talks with so much insight,
like a book that she reads.
He is the ‘Rain of Light’
she wishes for to come true,
she counted the 7,850 stars in the night sky
for it’s all her love knew.
In the indigo of the night,
the stars in a blanket grew silver,
by the morning sun they just hid behind
lending them her glow causing him to shine.
Her outer light strikes his surface,
But it was his inner light that strikes her soul,
She was the girl who was blessed by the sun yet it was her light that he stole.


Weighed in by gravity

Weighed in by gravity, I indulged in petty quarrels of a once happy home. Many are the things unsaid when the tongues are bitter, much is the blood spilled when our hearts are slit. My mind is unfit, festering the words that’ll walk a mile in my soul.

Demanding Attention

Look up! You fill the skies and demand attention that cannot be distracted. You make the stars jealous with your moonbeams. Come with me and let us once again get lost in the stray beams of this rare moon to slowly find ourselves again in the darkness that once contained our light.


Two cans of paint: India and United Arab Emirates 

I let my life mix with my dreams like two coloured cans of paint; the saffron 🇮🇳 mixed with the red, green and black 🇦🇪 until I didn’t know which was what and I didn’t care, I call you home 🏡Dubai is my hustle and my grind, Bangalore is my victory lap and my celebration. Dubai is my heart, Bangalore you’ll always be the blood that pumps through it. Dubai taught be about being not having, Bangalore showed me how blessed I am. Between Dubai and Bangalore, I learn everyday that my glass is always full and refillable. Dubai and Bangalore you make me grow towards the sky while the sun calls my name and the stars light up my pathway. Home is always here and a missed land ❤️


Naming Storms After Past Lovers

I’ve cracked the sky’s black heart 🖤 Calling forth thundering spring by tailoring in the howling winds. Clawing the Earth with Thor’s strength and drenching the souls with floods from the sea beds. While you sit in anger over your past lovers, I storm through and own the whole damn sky! There’s a reason why they name Hurricanes, Cyclones and Tornado storms after people. A destruction so beautiful, they make art out of it.


Glazed Fire at Dusk

Beautiful hues of pink and yellow seeping through your pores, you astonish me with shades of gold. Purple and blue slide from the corner of your eyes, watching you at all the right times. Like a glazed fire; you look grand to the high skies. Even if it’s brief for a few moments of glory, only to fall below the horizon down. So far, you can only fly to it and you are so close, you could fly to it.


‘Taal’! Hop Scotch With Me

Numbers and lines that collide with every step, hopping on one foot I jumped through the loops. I threw out a stone and it landed on a number, is this the day I stop to wander? One day I shall find him who hop scotches in my dreams, and we will be able to talk for hours about my long toes, crooked smile and my obsession with ice creams. I’ll know when to find him because he’ll ask me to come play hopscotch with him, too. 💭