Somewhere far far away, beyond the realm of allure and distaste, exists a small bench. I will meet you there, to wipe away the clouds of doubts from your mind. We will sit there, beneath the very sky which refused to house you in the night and was tired of me staring at it desperately. … Continue reading I Will Meet You There
She listens to me Even if I've nothing to say. And she sees things in me, When I have nothing to show. She stays with me, When I have nothing to give, She stands by me, When I'm struggling to live. She talks to me, Even if I can't see her above. She comes back … Continue reading Consist
The salty breeze parted my hair. The night sky was pitch black and had specks of white which seemed to be stars. The waves hit the rocks with aplomb, as I sat with legs crossed and shoulders slouched. I looked into the horizon, towards the Mumbai skyline. The more I focused, the more lights appeared … Continue reading A Drive of Love
I thoroughly believe the mire, That the moon and the stars are lies. They are nothing but rocks and fire, Pretty from afar, set only to agonize. So I won't promise you the literal moon, Or the talk of 'from the moon and back'. I won't wish for you to the stars, They are probably … Continue reading Rocks and Fire
I closed everything on my phone and looked out of the window. The sun was just about to rise, and so was a new dawn in my life. We had exchanged words all night. One could say that so far that was the only thing we had. But more beautifully, that night was all about … Continue reading Here’s To Her
"I'm - I'm not the same person that I was five years ago," she said. I looked at her. There was the same set of dark brown eyes; her beautifully shaped jawline which was perhaps even more distinct now; same slender arms, one of which still had the silver quartz watch her mom gifted her; … Continue reading We Meet Again
The room was a mess. The curtains were askew along the windows, the cushions were lying helter skelter. The table was full of empty food bowls, wrappers and cans. Towels and clothings were spread throughout. The television was on, but I had set it on mute. On the couch she slept, peaceful and calm. She … Continue reading The Shortest Night
Forget you I will; If you can ever forgive me. Forget your habits I will; If you can stop looking for me on the bed every morning. . . . Read more at: The Best Of Halfway To Asphodel: 2015-2017!
A view, from the other side of the valley.