The memory of yesterdayis different from memory of today,and in this fleeting glorysomeone like meis bound to get lost.I started walkingwhen you started walking,but I must’ve taken the wrong turn.Your voice has been so strong,all along,my, a fickle song.You are all the shades,of all the colors of rainbow,me, a monochrome.Your feet is blessed with feathers,my …
Author Archives: Aastha Thapaliya
You
The mirror screams every time I look at it. I am learning to appreciate the huskiness of its voice. I wonder what pulls us apart, when there is nothing but emptiness. If there is nothing but emptiness, what pulls us together? I look at the distant star, and am reminded of your eyes. I am …
TODAY
Today I saw a leaf, Being swept along the flow of the wind, bursting with a life of its own. A cigarette butt, shoes prints on sand, Chocolate wrapper and lying among the green grass, a naked bone. Today I saw nothingness walking. Being nothing, behind hollow nothingness , with nothing in its heart, bleeding, …
SINNERS
If the sky falls crumbling down our feet, and the eyes are stagnant no more.If the wind fill our lungs until they burst,and breathing cuts like a sword.If the light is what brings us darkness,and if the words are what empties us,then we will close our eyes,and stay very still.Silence will feed on us like …
BLACKOUT
Standing on the edge of water, scanning the horizon, I watch the wind play.Distant directions, thin and bleak,Almost silent, dimly lit.Time goes faster that way. Home felt kind of stupid, ghosts walking in her bathrobe,She has long curly black hair.Low voices of murmur, subtle blood mornings, eternity lies over everything that’s bare. It feels as …
DELUSIONS
I am writing this at midnight.I am writing this to divulge myself, yet in another illusion, that I have deciphered the subtlety of the universe.I am connecting in metaphors because strangely, it feels virtuous to add another brick to the wall of oblivion. All has been written about silence. About how they can be malicious. …
HOME
so, I see that you are sad. vile human moral is what drives you so mad. sickened by it, most of us are, it’s only trivial but you will endure, your tale will be of survival. Days are no longer about winning no glory. Hearts are broken and veins are eerie. Every lane you walk …
BROKEN
To a broken little girl, wetting her oreiller, weighed down by anxiety, crushed by fear, swallowed by darkness and hope so sheer. To a broken little girl who wipes her own tears, who carries dark circles under her eyes and smiles, like nothing was there, like no storms, no hurricanes, no fire burning ablaze lost …
MEMORIES
Now my city is old, damaged and ruined. But this memory keeps coming to my mind, swing and swing. Though barren now, that memory is still fertile. The brief moment of intimacy, when we shared our smile.
WILDFLOWER
There is no beginning here. This is just something which happens to exist. Something that feels real amidst these delusions. When I think about it, I am greeted with a hurricane rather than a gentle breeze. With notes of melancholy, creating a perfect symphony. With a heart stuck in awe, like an old table clock …
PHOSPHENES 