Fireproof

I have written a few thousand poems, but they never sound right. Just like love. I have kissed less than five pair of lips, but I remember every taste. From strawberries to vodka, the tenderness never changes. I have held less than a dozen hands and let me tell you, they’ve all let go of…

Fall in love with a writer

Fall in love with a writer because they will give their hearts to you. They will love your soul and spirit, and they will compose sonnets in your name. Fall in love with a writer because there is nothing greater than an artist falling in love with his muse. Fall in love with a writer…

Beloved,

I have always told you that you deserve the world. I don’t know how I can ever make you happy. Your heart is laden with pain, Your mind, with worry. Suddenly, your fear is my night without stars, and I can’t help but yank myself away from the asylum which holds my belief in our…

Bindi

You leave bindis on my mirror, a scent of your aspirations deposited with your image. Every evening, between the haze of incense smoke, I watch you reclaim and put another bindi below the one from yesterday. They look like a trail. Like a map of our love spanning poems, train journeys and a small speck…

Together

His fingers danced across hers like a bow against the strings of her heart seducing her from the haunting melodies making her stronger and braver. His voice always captured her a lightening rod for her explosive smiles electrifying her with a memory, a murmur humming together a current of hope renewed. His eyes play upon her…

Kids In The City

If it wasn’t us running like maniacs in the street then who was it? If it wasn’t us screaming our names like we were mother to something then who was it? I’m telling you, it was us. The bad judgements. The disrespectful children. It was us, tattooing the secrets of the city to our skin…

Stars

we’re told that we’re made of stars. The brightest ones. that we’re nothing but a thousand mistakes all happening in the same time. but we’re created from unfulfilled dreams, constellations, first breaths, and last steps. and it’s such a small chance, unimaginably small, that you’d be sitting where you are now- reading this, contemplating existence, and…

Words

Oh words, It’s time to say goodbye. I’ve run out of suffering, and I can no more tell lies. I feel drained, I feel drained, I am draining My words are lost and my world is raining But isn’t that what happens when a poet meets their bane? When they’ve run out of all affliction,…

The Poet

The poet fears making any place feel too much like home because then she might have to stop running. The poet closes up in casual conversation because she can’t edit and redraft what comes out of her mouth. The poet writes about love even though she’s not sure if it exists. The poet tortures herself…

Write to forget?

People say they write to forget. That it helps forget a person, a time, a place or a memory that is so deeply etched in our hearts that we succumb to our only form of consciousness- writing. I disagree. We don’t write to forget. We write to keep these memories whole, so that tomorrow when…

Colour

Darling, I’m not capable of articulating my love for you. I’ve broken many hearts, including my own, because I refuse to settle for anything less than the colour of our love. It will be a colour I can’t name, but I’ll always recognise it. It’ll be the story of how I found you. It will…

boy meets boy

this is a story about boy meets boy. oh no— a story about boy meets girl. that’s more likeable more accepted. So boy meets girl, boy falls in love with girl, boy and girl get married they have two kids a beautiful house, a happily ever after. you know you’ve heard that before. let’s go…