With careful gray strokes, She painted the wet sky, Whilst singing for him, A tear-stained rhapsody. ~Nila


The mount of hope, unconquered by daydreams of young present. ~Nila

Micro Tale #1

        ‘A Building Architect’                      The certificate Read.  ‘A budding poet’               Her diary said. ~Nila

As You Grow Up

Darling, Someday, you will wake up, Leaving swings and kite strings; Learning lies and fake smiles, With a bunch of questions Clasping your young hand. Their raised eyebrows, Will search for a flaw, Rather than your glow. Behind stumbling words And mumbling walls, You will see them, Peeking at the one you plucked, Among scores…

Masks of Pretence

We fall in love, less with people and more with their well-crafted masks. Then we wonder how do they change like seasons when they only replace masks once it is worn-out. ~Nila


You came as a wind, splashing wild hues in my blankness. Then you went, leaving an art half-done. ~Nila


The depth of black No longer stack Her deepest fears or darkest dreams For she found in it A tint of her wild spirit Tamed by none. ~Nila

Come! #2

Come! Let’s take a dip in ourselves. A nice, long soak, Filling voids and drenching depths of virgin caverns concealed within, Till we see the soul scrubbing stains of bruised bygones for one last time. ~Nila

We dress to impress

We dress to impress, Not knowing that, We are all a mess, Waiting for a clean-up. ~Nila