Category: Ashka Naik

Woman, You Have Power

Woman, You Have Power

There is poetry to be written about your ambiguous physicality, about the grace of your body and the abundance of your soul. You are manifested as a being of light that glides on sunbeams and tiptoes on stars – a shy, sleepless fantasy of every poetic heart. You are no less than a paradigm of …

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Lie To Me If You Will

Lie To Me If You Will

In the final breath of our story, lie to me if you will, because you will always be more than a momentary confession I will betray in the poetry that shall follow our end. © Ashka Naik | The Silent Scribbler

Desperately Kind

Desperately Kind

And while I’d love to be your sulky sun on autumn evenings, sinking with a melody that caresses your empty pages, I’m not too desperately kind, and you certainly do not need saving. © Ashka Naik | The Silent Scribbler

More Than You & Me

More Than You & Me

You see, the reason for my being is almost dancing on the surface of your laughter. I can taste something more than you & me on the tip of our interlaced destinies, & we are but some abstract moments hopelessly entangled in the air we breathe – indistinguishable from each other. ~ Ashka Naik | …

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I Still Can’t Find You

I Still Can’t Find You

Impossibility was a whim I could never fully understand. I used to survive these miasmic nights, and even let my fears run deep in my hands without letting them betray my abhorrence for pain. But now, I struggle to keep my blood in my veins, and my thoughts are paralyzed on the illusion of your existence. …

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Younger Than Yesterday

Younger Than Yesterday

I am sometimes lost in simple fragrances, and dissolve into stories where I am younger than yesterday, I am all that is easily forgotten and erased, and all that takes an eternity to create. ~ Ashka Naik | The Silent Scribbler

Even The Darkness Has Arms

Even The Darkness Has Arms

Time does not heal the pain. You tell yourself that you will never forget them, but eventually, you do. Little by little. You forget the way their voice hung in the air, when the silence drops after midnight, and you grab hold of the words they said, but they’re just a string of letters and …

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Might As Well Be Dreaming

Might As Well Be Dreaming

This time of the year, I wear heartache around my shoulders like an embrace. I can barely breathe, and my tongue presses down on tiresome cliches. I have my arms feebly wrapped around a runaway reality, and I steadily slip into the delusion that I might as well be dreaming. But they told me once, …

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Time Won’t Fly

Time Won’t Fly

I’d rather not get used to you at all. The nights grow increasingly heavy without the static monotone of your insomniac wandering on my pillow, and I am no longer forced to bear the weight of your sleepless dreams. Time won’t fly without us constantly dancing on its perpetual motion. You are a transitory orbit …

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I May Tell You To Run

I May Tell You To Run

Don’t you think there’s a certain kind of toxicity in the ease with which I may tell you to run? Run to me, run with me, run from me, but run. Run before I escape. ~ Ashka Naik | The Silent Scribbler

Love Arrives Safely

Love Arrives Safely

Love comes easier to me on the nights that you ink me into immortality. It reminds me of how love arrives safely, riding on metaphorical sunsets and shooting stars, so softly and in perfect lyrical motion. I spent nights rolling in its flames and watching us burn in its discontent arms. It gently settles into …

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Broken

Broken

I have noticed with increasing familiarity that pain is invisible. It often sears on the inside, where heaven and hell coincide, somewhere in the dark pits of where they say the soul lives. And finally, when your deepest thoughts are broken, it makes itself known in steady outbursts, sometimes spilling where the palm touches the …

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