like poetry sometimes only makes sense to the poet who wrote it, sometimes a life only makes sense to the person living it.
Category Archives: Writing
I Call it… “Conversation”
Raj and my predicament with Raj has been an inspiration for quite a few of my poems this semester actually. Here is one: I originally called it “Want Not Need” and I hate the title now so I’m changing it… to…. …. Conversation ‘Have you completely forgotten all the moments we spent with one anotherContinueContinue reading “I Call it… “Conversation””
Inescapable
This is the Jagapathi painting I was talking about in “Hey Henna”. This is the photo that I based my painting off of. I do NOT own this photo and do NOT intend any copyright infringement. Unfortunately, I have no clue where it came from. I pulled it from Google images like a bazzillion yearsContinueContinue reading “Inescapable”
Sathiya
Earlier today, a friend of mine texted me: I was walking to the library when I saw the text and it seemed fitting that when I look to the side and above, I saw the sun. I subsequently took a photo and sent it to him with a caption: Aa suryudi kiranaleNavvayeChoodalenanthagaNeetho unde prathi kshanameIntheContinueContinue reading “Sathiya”
Puzzle Pieces
A long while ago, back when I first started MidnightMochaLatte, I made a post: “Knight in Shining Armor”. It was coupled with this cute rhyme I came up with while washing dishes one night after he gave me a granola bar: (Context: I hadn’t eaten in hours and was starving and was stuck on campus,ContinueContinue reading “Puzzle Pieces”
