nebulous

frail was pining for the past.

frail, yet powerful.
twinges of sorrow never cease throwing arrows.
enlightened souls could feel the dark.

he had blinded her to everything but him.
her breath found an abode in his heart.

not having a second chance in hell of having each other,
they found comfort in the drops of pain.

he drank himself into nihility.
she was in oblivion.
                                  - Isha

epistle

August 3, 2016

I still have that ginger coloured friendship band.
you didn't have to write your name on it.

August 18, 2016

roses in a coil.
sheathed in your arms,
my eyes stared at this thread in perpetuity.

afraid.

afraid because I wanted more of us.

October, 18, 2018

breakfast with you in a fictional wooden sub was the best date ever, I swear.

December 3, 2014

you lied for me.
we were 9.

your benevolence enfeebled me.

September 21, 2017

we looked adorable as Cho and Harry. 

February 12, 2019

I crave to go back to the ice rink in New York.
we stumbled.

arms refusing to unravel.
my heart,
a slave to your charm.

February 14, 2019

so many paintings and pillars to look at, but I wished to gaze at you. 

you are a work of art.

enthralling me to obey the voice of my soul.

September 7, 2018

you sat next to me with eyes cemented to my lips.
I couldn't stand firm against my feelings.
my head and my heart were persistently at war.

October 29, 2018

this was our last Diwali together.

May 19, 2019

I cried myself to sleep.
the thought of losing you pinched my soul.

May 21, 2019

I was so used to loving you from afar.
trying to persuade myself,
that you were wrong for me in a billion delightful ways.

I couldn't resist you.

cheery,
I sway like a zephyr lily in the breeze.

                       
                                               - Isha