Last Day

It’s 15th of August. Last day as a 17 year old girl. Last day as a girl who thought she still has time to figure out who she is and where she belongs. Last day to figure out myself, for tomorrow – tomorrow I’ll be 18 and I will be obliged to have my life … More Last Day

Burn – 8.3.18

holy water cannot help you now a thousand armies couldn’t keep me out i don’t want your money i don’t want your crown see i have come to burn your kingdom down – Anonymous 19.14 8.3.18 Smit.

Sands of Troy

We found love on the sands of Troy. For a short moment, I was cured of myself. Now I am not so well. You were my antidote, my cathartic catalyst; I found my freedom in you. But now this heart’s in cages and the tide is coming in on me. We found love on the … More Sands of Troy

Mumbai

“In this city, every deserted street corner conceals a crowd. It appears in a minute when something disrupts the way in which the world is supposed to work. It can disappear almost as instantaneously.” – Jerry Pinto 5.10.18 10.41 Smit Daily Photo Challenge: Place in the World

Tattoo Sleeve

she wore her heart, on a tattoo sleeve. her feelings inked, all a jumble. from poetry, to lyric art. these words she couldn’t mumble. eyes almost dead, glistening with tears, not one emotion read. her lips sealed shut, tongue in a knot, no words could be said. she wore her heart, on a tattoo sleeve, … More Tattoo Sleeve

A Tale – 4.24.2018

First; he touches you and you light on fire. your wrist blazes where his fingers meet your skin. the burns don’t show, but it’s hard to breathe with ash in your lungs. it’s so hard to breathe. you’re suffocating daily.     Second; it hurts to watch him. he shines. he’s brighter than the sun. … More A Tale – 4.24.2018

An Instant

~ Your lips, your skin have me enchanted and I would like nothing else but to savor them each and every second of my being. ~   2.34 4.24.18 Smit.  

I Like This

I like this Us sitting beside the window, having coffee and listening to the birds? Not just that, but also the way we are talking You smiled a little, “what do you mean?” Usually when we talk, alone or not alone, your voice is deep, concrete, confident. Right now, it’s different, its tender and on … More I Like This