I Don't Do Boys

Of course, the post's title is a  play on the famous Twelve Trials of Hercules. Phase One When: Window shopping for flight tickets. ...

It was a year ago that my heart fell out of its shelf splattering onto my lap dripping my dreams and wishes soaking into the ro...

I disappear again, but here I am, with a plea. Well. I'm planning to go to Istanbul in November. Early November because my initial ...

Hanis the devout. I grew up thinking that was what I should be. For I was told that the meaning of my name is to be devout, in the religio...

I've been blessed with amazing memory, that works in unique ways. No, I don't memorise or remember everything, but some things stan...

It is funny how life works. You have no clue what you want to do with it. But the moment you have settled for something, inspiration come...

I have not neglected this outlet. I have just been busy; More like tired. Typing via a smartphone is not really fun, unless you already have...

are you out there standing on a balcony taking another drag  from that damn nicotine stick with love on your lips h...

In this moment of time this little bubble molded to every creases planes and curves a ball of pressure burns as...

Give me a little ledge of bargain; Not to plead or beseech. But to spread out the reasons upon reasons in favour, And to burn the reaso...

She sashays life Like a Parisian runway Toast of the show In colours of the rainbow That glitters with confidence R...

Two thousand thirteen.  I wish to lay a bouquet of water lilies upon your tombstone. Write a beautiful eulogy that will bring t...

When you realise Nine months later That you're back at square one 270 days of Fooling yourself  That you have m...

I know the last few things I have posted have all been creative ish. So, in this super quick update, here is what I have been upto: 1...

Can you see me? Can you see the dark blue of the pashmina around my head? The bright yellow of the bag resting against my hip contrasts a...

I can see you. I can see you standing in one of those tiny art galleries near my office. In a red t-shirt and cargo shorts. The shadow of...

If we were to feel all the pain We inflicted on others Would we walk around Eyes on the ground Hearts set in stone Afraid of ...

She preaches the code Like it is the new holy book She shakes her head Slightest violations serious misdemeanours But like all holy me...

I wrote this few months ago and let it rest in my notepad app because ... at that time it felt too personal. It slipped my mind till last n...

She has a scarf the colour fashion magazines call mustard yellow around her head. A pair of classic sunglasses covered the dark eyes. Adele...