MasticadoresIndia: Rainbows in the Night by Janani Arvind

how could we ever hold hands with our fists closed so tight we are still walking alone vary of the rolling stones could we ever go forward forgetting… Rainbows in the Night by Janani Arvind Another one on MasticadoresIndia! Thank you Terveen! ❤️

Awaiting her monsoon…

She sat by the window, with a glass of whiskey in hand and a mind blank, watching the rain pour, through the window of her study. The violent downpour, with just enough thunder to lightly rattle the window-sills, kept her from drowning herself in books. As she watched the rain drops dribble along the window…

First Kiss

The high you feel in love has no equivalence to any substance. Those feelings between that of an affable affection and intense, fiery passion possess a warmth that softens the coldest of hearts. Who is she to stand a chance against such adorations? She was mesmerized by his brown eyes. Her breath caught every time…

Casualty

There was not any calm after the storm Only a night following every daylight Each morning dimmed a little more Each night turned a little darker Sleep ended but not the nightmares No more hopes in dreams No more dreams in fantasies Only variants of ghosts Some less scarier than the rest Devised by reality…

Echoes

Happy words, pretty words and Everything cheery Deftly tossed asidePerhaps had the ink dried Before the writing vanished A sliver of hope, here be,To avert their evanescence Now it’s too late, for they areDispersed and dissipated As ash on a riverbank No trace of them anywhere Not a bit of burnt scent left Nor a…

Morning eyes

Sweet voice of a songbird A crow’s caw cutting through The crunching of beans in the coffee machine Moist and cold and warm at the same time Under the sheets, sprawled over your chest Never woken to a better morning ever A sigh, a caress, a kiss Your awareness and my sleepy yawns Untangling limbs…

Default

It hurts like the first timeThe very first time whenMy messages went unansweredCalls unreturned andThe waiting never endedEvery single timeIt hurts like the very first time. Few days of blissFew nights of loveContinuous as the loops of timeWith impending distress,Desperations and disappointmentsEvery single timeIt hurts like the very first time. Image Source: Google © 2020…

Dismissal

None of her friends could empathize For none had loved so hard and lost Few had fleeting flings While others had broken strings Meaning little while they lasted and nothing when parted Some had rings on their mates and beginnings of forevers in definite dates While all she had were blurs of memories and hopes…

Time loop

And then I realised we are stuck in a never ending cycle of chasmic infatuation and bitter, cold impassivity. There are fragments of love floating in between, ashes in the wind, gone by before you could get a real glimpse. Shards of hate scrape over our skin, when we are too caught up inside our…

Pause

The ache that never goes awayThe emptiness that is ever presentThe coldness beneath the surfaceI have the urge to cry, kick and screamYet, I don’t let myself fall too deepI find myself staring at walls and facesPeople who talk, laugh, love and liveI’m watching life move fast in frontAnd I realise, standing still is only…