A Separation

fiza.

How to make love.

This is written by a man.

A Dream.

I don’t quite remember what it was that we had for dinner, but I’m certain about how I felt after it. I was satisfied. Not extremely, but it was like one of those nights where the small portioned dinner exceeded all our expectations and by the end of the dinner, our palette’s didn’t demand for […]

salt in my lungs.

What was meant to flow out of my twin eyes – unrestrainedly, unapologetically – has passed through the bony passage, and has been stuck in the chambers awhile now. Upon further compulsion of coercive neglection, I pushed them further down. To a different set of twins, structured to help me live. We now have velvet […]

Addiction

Crawling back to you.

Forest Fire.

Still lingering around in my air.

Feminism – my opinion.

How you couldn’t expect this title in every minimalist rebellious, articles-with-an-agenda-blog, is really beyond me.

I’m Petrichor

This is your ritual of comfort, but you don’t even know it.

Balance in a Paradoxical World.

Even when she withers, she stuns, but why would you destroy her when she’s not ready to leave you?

Say Ta

Don’t let them fool you.