Category: spoken word

Ordinary – Spoken word 

Someone I loved once told me I had ordinary eyes. That its not that they didn’t love me, but that they’d love me more if my eyes were a different hue. 

Here’s to them.

Self portrait – Micromax Canvas A1

” Ordinary 

How you see me, 

 is different from how I see myself. 

Because I don’t just see, I live.

These eyes are windows for my soul. They have enabled me to experience miracles, from life changing, breath taking sunsets, 

to my first snowfall when I was 4, 

to the deaths of beloved, as they were no more..slowly fading into nothingness. 

They have made me see, discover, remember and recall, 

the new and the old, each crevice, corner and fold. 

All the spaces, faces, people and places. 

These are the blackholes into which my dreams, desires, perceptions and reality, waltz, creating magic. 

My eyes have seen Galaxies you cannot fathom, they have shown me stars in people’s eyes.

They have seen me fall and they have seen me mourn. 

And they have shown me the way, navigating through self doubt and tears, fighting my fears. 

They have seen the dark, but they choose to see the light, the kindness, or the hope of it. 

How you… see me…is irrelevant. Because that’s not how I choose to see me.

And that’s what truly matters.” 



I fell in Love


I fell in love with you
The first time I saw you
Walking down the hallway.
I didn’t even know your name.

I fell in love with your name.
It was the perfect combination
Of the 26 alphabets.
Nothing else made any more sense.

I fell in love
The day we first spoke.
My entire life had led upto that moment.
With you I learnt to live.

I fell in love with your hair
And the way it catched sunlight
It changed its hues
Like waves in a sunset.

I fell in love with your laughter
Sounded more musical
Than a gushing river
The song I would carry to my grave.


I fell in love with your handwriting
The little curves and loops.
Those little letters remain framed.
On the walls of my heart.

I fell in love with your voice.
When the first time you called my name
Even I could not recognise it.
Never had it sounded so sweet.

I fell in love with your perfume.
When you whispered into my ear.
I wish they bottled the fragrance of you.
You were my opium.

I fell in love with your mind.
The words you said,
The stories you told.
You were the abyss I wished to dive into.


I fell in love with your breathing.
The way you inhaled deeply.
The way you exhaled.
Following your breathing was my meditation.

I fell in love with the way.
You held me when I was broken.
The pieces in me didnt pinch.
For you were there to hold them.

I fell in love with you.
But it didn’t seem like falling.
For being in love with you.
Makes me float above the clouds.

I fell in love with your heartbeat
How your heart would race.
Whenever I was close enough to listen.
Their beats would sync.


I fell in love with you.
Without even knowing you.
But your soul seemed familiar.
Like some fond memory.

They say it is love at first sight.
For me it was love at every sight.
From the first moment,
Till now.
This heart hasn’t stopped fluttering.

– Fictionatrix

Nothing is left but me


My mind is a raging storm,
My heart is a dry autumn leaf.

My mind is a broken shelter,
My heart torrential rainfall.

My mind is the dying river,
My heart has a quenchless thirst.

My mind is a whirlwind of emotions,
My heart is made of glass.

Both are out there to get each other.
There is no victor and no victim.
After the destructive devastation
Nothing is left of me,
Nothing is left but me.

– Fictionatrix

You are Art

They say Art is self expression. It is the way one expresses themselves.

When I look at you, I see art.
I see art in the way your hair flies with the wind. I see art in the way you helplessly try to tuck some behind your ear.


I see art in the way you align your books on the shelf, the way you arrange your plants. The way you dance in the rain. You are art in the way your single touch – drives me insane.

I see art in the way you disguise your fears, the way you hide your tears. The way you make your scars, the way you hide them, the way you revealed them to me that night.

I see art in the way your face lights up with the smallest gestures. The way you tip toe to whisper in my ears, sweet nothings which mean everything to me.
I see art in the way your eyes glitter,the way your laughter rings through my mind for days, like no music has ever done. You are art as your words are magic.

It is art the way you make my name sound, No one else ever could and never will. It is art the way your mere gaze opens doors into my soul. It is art how you make the broken pieces in me feel whole.


I see art in your messy wardrobe and your tidy desk. I see art in the everyday things you do.
It is you and your secret art that makes my heart flutter every time I hear your name.

You are the gallery and I am a foreign tourist with an all access pass.
You are an artpiece, to behold. To admire.

You are art for you stir in me, feelings I didn’t know existed. You are art in the way you blossomed into my life and I hardly remember what it felt like before “you” happened.

I constantly habour fears– I am scared that the day you leave, my canvas will be so full of your colours that no one would be able to repaint it. It would drip of you and rip them apart. They would claw at it in despair but the paint will always flake and reveal what you left.

You are art in the way you are. You are art in the way you changed me, you are art in the ways you reminded me of what I truly am. You are art in the way you unsettle me, the way you break me and then put back the pieces perfectly. You are art in yourself and an artist in the way you have painted my life in your colours. So beautiful and tranquil that I cannot imagine it without you.

You may not agree with what I feel, but if you ever saw yourself,through my eyes you would be dazzled.

– Fictionatrix

Absence-Spoken word

(This is a concept I got in mind while changing trains at a metro station. It is unpolished, and I wish it was a bit longer. I wrote it in a hurry, but spoken word poetry intrigues and I wish to improve upon it, and learn to write better in this genre. Hence I am posting it. Does it make sense? Creative criticism and tips are always welcome)

I am
Away from your life
Away from your world

Yet However
In the middle of the night
You imagine my body pressed tightly against yours.
It is my voice that you seek in the crowd.
It is my face you wish to see in the mornings.
It is my favourite song that plays on the radio.
It is only my specific ratio of coffee to milk that wakes you up.
It is my absence that wakes you up.

I may have left
But my Perfume lingers.
My memories haunt.
Wherever you go.

Reminding you of your sins.

Ravaged my heart
Ignored my Love
Tested my Patience
Mocked my Loyalty
Broke my Soul

Your continous consistent absence finaly broke the chains that bound me.
My sudden absence will bind you in chains you didnt know existed.

My love for you,
was self harm in disguise.
My absence will ravage your life.

– Fictionatrix

Une petite question…


I live in my own world,
away from your world.
It is different from other worlds,
but it is mine.

I keep it away,
tucked in a corner,
Amidst other little secrets
In my mind.

The day that I met you,
Something in me clicked.
You were the missing piece of my puzzle.
I didn’t know I missed.

It takes billions of people
to make this world.
But it needs just one person,
To compelete mine.

Would you care to visit sometime?

– Fictionatrix

Do you remember ?

Do you remember ?
How we spent hours naming stars we couldn’t fit into constellations.

Do you remember  ?
The smell of that perfume.
You wore the night we had our first kiss.

Do you remember ?
The way our bodies
Fit just perfectly.
Like pieces from a jig-zaw puzzle.

Do you remember  ?
How I traced every line on your palm.
You were my map to explore.
My treasure to Discover.
My Destinty to destroy…me

Because I remember now
And I see it clearly.
How the stars disillusioned my vision.
That it was her perfume you wore.
That I never really had the treasure.
You were always a puzzle to me.

Do you remember ?
That the first time I said I loved you.
It took you 5 seconds I remember,
a quick flutter of your eyelids and a deep sigh,
to say that you loved me too.

– Fictionatrix