.

There is a place behind those eyes. Where the wind is dead. Thoughts are lies. There are days when she stirs up hues, And paints the world-With dream-made dyes.



.falling in.



She thinks deep, dreams steep.
The peace-scars on her skin creep.
When her words shine, worlds spin.
And ink-black skies start falling in.




.the obscure sorrows of fighting or finding.


Often, when in double minds- breathing words to halt a cry-

You fight a star to curb a flight,
Dim the lights to look for bright.

But slowly, when your dismal day, glows, and then comes ablaze-

You stare into the barren hour,
Lose your mind, and chase your star.





[That flight you took, just then, just then.
Tells me, you won’t fall again.]




.another's words.

उस ओर

बंद डब्बों में क्या पड़ा है,
कौन जानता है,

उस ओर कौन खड़ा है,
कौन जानता है,  


क्या पता हम सहीं हैं
या हैं गलत |

क्या पता आगे गली है
या है सरहद |

धड़कन है इन शब्दों में
कि वो भी लापता हैं, 

या इन चुप रातों में,
वो भी खुशनुमा हैं |

 
बस ज़िन्दगी समेट 

ये बंदा आगे बढा है,
क्या पता उस ओर

कौन खड़ा है | 

[for the first time, here is something that did not come out of me]

Krati Tandon can easily be termed the ideal friend in many ways. 
And this once, her poetry seemed to fit in perfectly with my situation. Enjoy. :)

.paperglass arachnid. [no reason why]


No cause for snow, or light, or sky,
none for this, no reason why.

No reason it was you and I.
None for this. no reason why.

.

Unprecedented, impinging, crass,
alien threads of thought-
to find the things you haven't had,
rid of what you've got.

Lose your shame, dry your mouth.
No drooling over dust.
Break your bones to sounds of joy
Cling to chains of rust.

.Framed Prints.




 

New prints available now. Happy holidays everyone!! :)

.Getting started.

So I decided to get started with myself.


Visiting cards might be the smallest and easiest step. So here they are :)



And, really soon, I am going to have these ready in bulk. Wish me luck!


edit: the prints are here! *tears of pride*


.void.


Her one-eyed stare today, destroyed
a dozen worlds that filled the void.



.monsters in her head.


A hundred hours with the vain, the talkative and the dead-
In the end,
It was just her- 
with monsters in her head.
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