Scribbles

If life was a paper
Mine’s been scribbled over,some by me, some by others,
Lend me, please, a blank sheet
Wish to write it again all over.

Scribbled pages,
Speaking of my cheers and rages,
Written emotions, written feelings
Suppressed under a mesh of ink,

Smudged papers,
Smelling of spilled liquor,
Blue and black, mixed together,

Here I am again, trying to mess
With time and tide
Through scribbles, a bit of past trying to hide,
The other bit, trying to recover.

Scribbles covering my eyes,
Mists surround, fog bound is my head,
Waiting for the wind to blow over,
Make me feel clear and sober. 

Diaries full of blue and black, 
Tired of writing all my rants, 
Bins are full from crumbled pages
A smile waiting to be put on, since ages.

I’ve seen enough of black and blue, 
Where have gone the other hues? 
When will I get to see the other colors? 
Even if I do, who’ll paint me again all over? 

~ Words above Swords ~

Reminiscence

​When I’m gone,
Do you promise to remember what the sound of my voice felt like? 
How my fingers slipped into your palm
How your wrist felt my pulse.
Remember the way you smiled
When I inked you in my poetry,
When every word had something to speak of you.
Remember the gleam in my eyes
As they reflected yours, 
How my name echoed with yours.
Remember the way I espied you
A way none else could
With belief more than yours on yourself. 
Remember my warmth, when you’re stranded out cold
Remember every second, when you had my hand to hold. 
When I bid adios, when all of me will fade, Every shade, 
My voice, my image, my essence, 
Do you promise to keep me safe
In your Reminiscence? 

~ Words Above Swords ~

Kindness is a sin

​I plucked flowers from my tiara, scattered them upon the graves.
I bled and drops were dropped,
to let all know,longanimity isn’t theirs alone.
With my tears, I stained every sheet,
For the callous to know, that sentient lives still exist.
My song emanated as I traversed through every ground
To let poignancy know, what hope must sound.
Left imprints on the sand wherever I tread,
To set an example, so that people could follow my footsteps,
But here I am, getting chased by demons instead.

~ Words Above Swords ~

Tired eyes are still beautiful

Hello readers! 

I’m here with a new simple charcoal portrait sketch. I’m sketching after a long time and I’m kind of new to charcoal, which is why I didnot try anything much complex. 

Give me suggestions if you have any! I’d warmly welcome any suggestion or feedback. ❤

~ Words Above Swords ~

Such a stretched hiatus it was! 😅

Hello everyone! All you brilliant people!

‘Course you did! :’D

Okay, so It’s been so long since I wrote… well…there were a lot of things going on while I was off

  • My preboard examinations
  • Then, board examinations (which went very well, thankfully)
  • Had my coaching started for 11th grade
  • Had a scholarship test to prepare for
  • Had to visit Bilaspur

And……………….

  • My grandmother expired…..

Yeah… that was it. I had to immediately leave for my hometown and attend all the rituals. May she rest in peace.

I was busy. I’m so sorry I couldn’t update my blog very often.
*Blimey, it’s cost me three followers ;_;*

Anyway, I’m back fellas and I will be writing soon. 

~ Words Above Swords ~