The Auto Ride

I look at people passing by everyday whilst I travel in my auto to and back from college. I’ve reserved that time for it, to observe this city and it’s people. There are so many different kinds of people here, worlds apart and yet living side by side. There are people working under direct heat,…

A Cup Of Coffee

I had a cup of coffee today. Fresh beans blended to form an enriching aura. I had it as I sat with my forever wandering thoughts. It wasn’t long until I landed upon a specific island. I was observing the area around me, with white windows draped in blue curtains and the harsh light turning…

Ombre

I see this creature everyday, sometimes it’s right in front of me, other times it’s in my dreams. He has these eyes, innocent and mysterious and when they meet mine, I’m lost. I talk to him, ramble my thoughts on and on, I don’t know if he gets me or is just mesmerised by the…

The Bewitching Soul

When I looked at her under the shimmering light of a chandelier, laughing in all her simplicity with her hair locks brushing her skin, her dress sparkling under the light and her eyes brighter, I understood what she meant when she quoted Coco Chanel and told me ‘Simplicity is the keynote of all true elegance,…

Keeping A Secret

Green roses and red leaves, Painted across a field of blue sea. Pretty hearts with tiny pet peeves, Laughing with a cup of tea. . Walking under water and flying fun, Crazy animals with a lot of guts. Collecting teardrops from the sun, To lighten the lamps in our huts. . Clinging glass and shattering…

Colors Of A Blind Eye

There is something about being blind that intrigues me. Not that I cherish this blessing of sight but I wonder if my world would be better without it. Knowing us humans, we judge too quickly about each other, there is no denying to it. We choose to speak to people that present themselves similar to…

Faded

Being in a college and speeding through time, I’ve come to realize how people enter our lives and move out just as swiftly, them and the moments attached to them. Both people and memories fade, every moment is passing, every story lived and forgotten. It’s funny how I used to be mortified at the thought…

A Bag Of Words

Having words scroll through my mind like an endless road and experiences wanting to scream at the world yet too afraid of not being heard, I decided to share my endless thoughts via a blog. Hence, with a bag full of words and eyes filled with hope, this is me sharing my stories, bare and…