Friday, 8 May 2015


You aren't my father's favourite 
And that is given
Because I have heard 
They don't easily accept
The daughter's choice 
And question
The depth of our love
To which I had not known the answer
But today, after completing
A year in your company,
I can proudly claim that
I have come to know you 
But a fraction better
Than I did months back
And this is just the beginning
To the endless secrets I wish to
With the endless moments I wish to
With you, my love 
Your soul is an ocean of purity
Of which I wish to explore every abyss
And the deepest trench

Sunday, 3 May 2015


Please excuse the horrendous white background colour. I just cannot find a way to make it transparent again.

These eyes 
Were made only for looking
At your breathtaking smile
This nose
For the smell o
f your skin

When this face is buried into your neck
These ears
To hear 
The humdrum of your heart
When pressed to your chest
These lips
To lock with yours ever so passionately
As if it were our first time each time.
This neck 
Was made to feel 
The traces of your fingertips
And this chest
To long for 
Your sweet kisses, succulent
This torso
To feel the warmth 
Of your breath
These fingers
To play with your hair
At the small of your neck

And these arms 
To hold you 
For evermore.
Every bone
Residing in each inch of this body
Was joined for the purpose of
Loving you

Thank you Rajat Uncle for helping me title this.


I know hell exists
3 am and here without you
Enveloped by darkness
Surrounded by loneliness 
And afraid to fall asleep
Because the fiend that
Fosters in my soul
Won't set me free
Even in my dreams now
My mind is tired and afraid
Of seeing the things I now see
Behind these shut eyes
As they try to take me away
And I cannot gather the strength
To fight them off anymore
Because the longing
Of the comfort of your arms around me
As I slowly drown into the darkness
Of the most peaceful sleep
I had
Ever since I stopped clutching onto Teddy
Has robbed me of the ability
To fight myself all by myself
And I yearn for those nights
When you would not let go of me
All through the night 
Till we woke up.
I know what hell is
3 am and longing for 
Your smell, my lullaby