some fall in love

others love the idea of love

some thirst for water

others sip champagne in delight


i’ve fallen for you

you’re a scarf to smoothen out of place strands

you’re velvet to skin

cognac to the lost weeper

tea drank by the grassy bank

a sail to brave through strong winds and tides

pot of gold under the rainbow

a listener, comforter

nurse to the banes of my life

Attic of hopes

Fears, aspirations, desires 
Hang in the attic, as shelled hope
Not to be seen
But now it’s hard to breathe
As the aura is strewn 
With hanging hope
Hitting against one another 

A walk in the attic
Is deemed to be bittersweet 
For broken pieces of hope 
Pierce the feet
Taut muscles constrict that visitor 
With a hazy view of what could be
Of what is left, of hanging hope.

Give, Take

Give, take

Not in this selfish world

The lovers know

The writers know

The artists know

How they’ve bled


Give, take

The mad hatters share

See them at the table

Penning sonnets

Belting ballads

Painting grief

How well they articulate


Give, take

We channel, we pool

Stunning auras, invisible to this world

We read

We listen

We write

How well we’ve created smoke screens

My Muse

She haunted me,

In my dreams, she lingered

She’s the voice in my head

That mesmerized.


She took me places

And buried my sanity

She’s shown me madness

Had me tread the deep waters.


She coloured my heart

In shades of her emotions

And when I thought she was gone

Like a boomerang, she sprung back.


I saw the good in trying times,

She was right there, at my breaking points

Watching, hoping I learnt.

She infused me with her enduring spirit.


My muse,

She’s seen it all.

My muse,

She’s worn my soles off.


My muse,

She’s unstoppable

My heart, she stole on condition

To later return it.

Her company, for an unassailable heart.


Do you see why?

The walls, the coldness

She took me there.

So I could bring myself back

Back with closure, credence.

Do you remember now?

The betrayal and the heartache

You took me there,

With no intention of staying.

My muse, she brought back my light.

But first had me traverse the dark with might.





I tell you,

He inspired her art

There’s something about pain

Though a wall shields her heart,

It birthed a virtuoso from her bane.


She performs,

It’s him she wants observing

Every note louder, gestures immaculate,

He left her hurting and uncertain

Unaware of a masterpiece he was to create.



Listen, how she belts out!

Her words, they inspire,

The rules, she will flout

She entrances, and he can’t help but admire.



Rain on her compliments

She impresses with little effort,

But in her, he planted deep sentiments

Raw, beautiful art is her reward.