Words

Because when I am gone, all I shall ever leave behind are these words for you.

As You Remember Me

“You shall never lose me, for your love has forever bound me to your memories.” Let these words not be the end of beautiful souls who are lost across the immensities of time. So love madly, love powerfully, love until the people around you learn to love life too. Because only love can save us all.

The Warrior

Be brave, my little stardust.

Crossroads

Let our stories remain in a place where Time cannot touch us anymore. Let our stories remain in crossroads.

The Girl You Knew

Sometimes, her memories visit me on lonesome Sundays, when the city around me dims down in silent melancholy and the clouds assemble to paint the sky in white and blue in the sunless wintry afternoons.

Letter to an Old Friend

In all our lives, I think we have been the cruelest to our own selves, our own mistakes, and our own tales. Perhaps this Christmas, we can find some forgiveness, not for our sins, but for all the madness that has been. Note: I apologize for the small font size. This poem is something which I felt that needs to be voiced to each one of us to our old selves. And hence I have tried my best to make it as legible as possible by fitting it into this post. Thank you for reading. Always.

Brave and Bold Beauty

I stopped conforming to your definitions of beauty when I realized that your vision was too puny and insignificant to see the beauty I beheld. This little poem is dedicated to every woman who has felt small, insignificant, unwanted, undesirable or anything less than the goddess she is at any point of her life because she tried to fit into another’s perception of beauty. Darling, listen to me: You are a breathtaking goddess and you do not have to fit into any small enclosure to shape yourself into definitions. So, love yourself. Celebrate yourself.

We Were Dreamers

I never found rhyme or reason in us. Perhaps that was why we were dreamers.

Unspoken Confessions

I have always loved that carried secret messages. And in between them all, all I wished was these messages to not remain a secret at all.

The Lost Souls of a Syrian Hell

All these days, I have written about the heart. But when I looked out to find some peace for myself, all I found was hate, blood and death. This poem is dedicated to all the beautiful souls who lost their lives for the hatred of some cruel men who wreck the world. I never knew you, but my soul, my very existence, bleeds with you. I bleed in words as an eulogy as this world burns herself in hate. And all I wish is for love to finally prevail.

A Beautiful Broken Thing

Dedicated to every woman in the world. You are the goddess cast into a human shell. Celebrate yourself.

A Queen of Winter

Perhaps that is the tragic story of an enigma. Loved over the ages, but always untouchable.