|24. Dreamer. Poetess. Content writer. Find me on Insta @the_quirky_poetess|
When you truly love yourself
you will take everything with the stride,
You will graciously accept yourself
just as you are,
without giving a damn about what people say about you.
Until that day,
take a step everyday towards loving yourself.
Why are we all taking pleasure in self destruction?
Because it’s addictive.
Memories are like dried flowers.
They eventually shrink.
Fade and lose all of its pleasant qualities.
Holding onto them is destroying yourself,
And keeping yourself away from all that is yet to come.
It is difficult to love yourself
When everything in the world suggests otherwise.
Even if your bones are screaming hatred to your very skin,
Only you can love yourself the way you want to.
~ Shruthi Maniraj
You set me on fire.
Waited till I burned myself down.
Before you finally walked away.
And now you act surprised,
When you see right before you,
Didn’t you know?
I’m a Phoenix, I rise from the ashes.
Next time you feel anxiety hitting your chest,
Take a deep breath,
Look at your fingertips,
Your fingerprints are unique, just like you.
They have been through dust and mud,
Shrinking in water to get a better grip,
They have been staying put for you,
You got this!
Everything that you lost doesn’t
necessarily have to be a tragedy,
Sometimes, there just isn’t enough to
make a story that lasts for a lifetime.
~ Shruthi Maniraj
True love has a habit of coming back.
Every single time.
Don’t worry, it will come back to you someday.
Someone will love you in all the ways
you had deemed impossible.
Your face will be rubbed off of the youth,
Enriched with lines of life’s experiences.
Patience shining brightly as a smile on your lips.
And then you will look back at all of this.
To thank yourself for not giving up.
To my future self,
I hope you are in a better place that I’m right now.
I hope you are reading this and smiling.
Because all the pain that I feel right now, should have become futile by then.
I hope you found love,
Despite swearing off it with me.
I hope you found solace,
In spite of claiming that it probably isn’t on your bill.
I hope you found a grave for his memories,
And finally let go.
Isn’t that how you are here right now?
Is it too late for us?
Or do we still have a chance,
You are on the pedestal with her,
You love her, I know,
I would have wholeheartedly believed it,
If you hadn’t done it,
If you hadn’t looked at me,
That one last glance,
It killed all the resolve I had,
It made my heart skip a beat, like it did the first time I met,
You are ready to move on,
And I’m finally ready to let go,
But now I wonder,
Are we really meant to not be together ?
The sad girl
To the dead memories of our love,
I have claimed time and again that I have forgotten you,
I have tried with all my soul to let go,
To embrace that you are no longer coming back,
I have tried to smile and look beyond your shoulder to a life that awaits me,
I have taken a few steps,
Moving away from things that bring me back to you,
But still, I find myself trying to trace my steps back,
Back to the memories,
Of a love that you killed,
A love that is now dead,
And even the corpse refuses to decay,
Because I keep it alive,
I embalm it with my emotions, with my soul, hoping that you would come back,
And now, I have nothing left to give,
Tell me, oh love,
What do I do?
To the difficult times in my life,
I know you are here to make like better for me,
But seriously, are you ?
I’m trying to put up with my boss,
The ridiculous colleagues,
And the office politics,
I’m becoming a slave to procrastination, lethargy and outright anger,
Is there a way around?
Or did you lead me here to make me feel that I made a mistake in life ?
Hoping that tomorrow will be better,
The idiot who believes in life.
To the ex (love of my life)
It truly is,
It’s been 2 years today, since you pulled the plug on us,
And I’m still there,
Stuck in that moment,
When you said it’s time to move on,
All that you kept telling me,
Trying to coax me out of my shock and accept the reality,
Is still running around in loop,
It’s been 2 years,
And all I can think about is you,
All the things that I want to tell you,
All the things I want to show you,
And then, I stalk your profiles to just see your face,
And there she is,
The one you left me for,
It makes me wonder,
Is she the one? Or was she just another trailblazer like me!?
Your besotted lover
To the lonely Friday night,
I know we just met last week,
What is up with you,
I wait for you so eagerly through the week,
And then you land like a rotten egg,
No excitement, no happiness nothing,
It’s like you bring a bundle of anxiety, stress and pressure with you,
Maybe it’s just me,
But when I hope that nothing else can go wrong this week,
You pop up like a joker from the box,
I mean, i yearn for you the first four days of the week,
And when you are finally here,
I realise how lonely I’m, when I look at my bed and the heap of books I grabbed on my way back home today,
Then you smile at me from on top of the week,
The weekend might not be so bad after all, you s...
Dear ghosts of the past,
When I met a few people in my life,
I had a feeling that they might stick with me till the end,
But the truth is, I lost a lot of pieces of my soul,
To a futile effort of trying to keep myself with them,
They chipped and chipped,
Until there was nothing left,
One day, they packed up all the suitcases and just left,
Tiptoeing out the door,
Leaving me reeling like a one night stand,
Needed just to relive the stress and pent up need for love,
It’s true, we all need love,
But at what cost, I asked myself,
You came for a mild visit,
Bringing anxiety and panic with you,
They held me captive, while you waved the memories on my face,
I think it’s time,
To let you g...
You know it’s been days since I actually met you in person,
I lie awake in the bed with hopes that you might reach out to me,
Stress, anxiety and curiosity had been my friends for a few months now,
They are like the warm blanket around a freezing child that gives me hope that probably I’m not alone,
And that I’m normal.
It would be nice, if you could embrace me, even if lightly,
So I can get have one peaceful day,
Where I wake up to the fresh morning, enjoy the sunlight,
And hope that the day will be good to me.
Is that such a crime?
To my bouts of depression and acute anxiety,
Yesterday, I sat down and wrote a letter,
A letter to my father,
It's strange, because I never open up to my father about anything,
But somehow I knew, I would address this letter to him,
I wrote them all down,
So I wrote down ten reasons why,
Why I was being strange,
Why I wasnt my usual self, the crazy, whacked up, extroverted self,
I had a melt down a few days,
I screamed at my father for squashing my dreams,
And I yelled at my mother for being who she is,
I threw tantrums about having to share a room with my brother,
Mind you, I have been doing all of this throughout my childhood,
It's been a while since I touched the spines of m...
Dear Ex - Best friend,
It's been a really long day,
And all I could think of is to pick up the phone,
Give you a ring, tell you how I feel,
How my work is getting put of hand,
How I feel sad and lonely in this cold, lonely days,
And when these thoughts hit me,
I find myself on a roller coaster ride of emotions,
I venture back into the initial days of our friendship,
How we met, and were instantly at loggerheads with each other,
The drives back home that got us closer,
It all happened in a flash,
And soon, we practically moved into my hostel room as roommates,
There are countless number of days when we sat under the stars and told each other secrets that no one else knows,
we saw e...
Write me a letter,
If you can write more,
Pour your soul out,
I remember all of it like yesterday's dream,
We fumbled upon a few obstacles,
And you fell behind a dozen times,
You loathed that I could pick myself up, dust it off with ease and keep moving forward,
While you sat there examining your wounds,
Is that a crime, honey?
Trying to pick myself up for the both of us,
Was our love so futile that we wouldn't let each other grow?
You knew it all along,
That dire situations brought us there,
Hand in hand, came despair and longing.
Write me some more letters, honey,
For when I die, I learn to cherish you as a pleasant memory,
Rather than the scarred...
To the lessons of life,
I'm writing this to you today because I'm grateful. I'm so grateful that I can't contain it in my heart. You have been an eye-opener quite a few times. Every single time, something comes my way, I feel the adrenaline pump through me and conquering my senses. I can't tell you how hard it has been for me to overcome them, and face the strenuous situations with a brave face on. It's ironic that problems walk upto me, like there is no end to it. I find something at every crossroad of my life. It's hasnt been easy, and my gut tells me it won't be walking forward. But all that I have been through, has made me a better person. A person who burns her finger so many time...
To my egoistic senior,
You know I gave you my opinion on what you did, because I care for you,
I wanted you to have a stronger forefront in the work that you were doing,
But alas, I failed to realize that I'm in the bottom of the food chain,
You brought your ego in thinking I was trying to put you down,
While you excel in other facets of our life,
I could see that you are sliding down here,
Our boss is putting you down inside,
While I'm trying to save you outside,
But no more,
We have a professional relationship, a relationship where I will never again step up and try to help you from now on,
I will be the spectator that you want me to be, and remain mum,
A JUNIOR / c...
To the embarrased me,
You lied because you knew you had no other way out,
You had to escape and let loose, you wanted to break free from the shackles of the work load,
But it is deemed unfair when you get your way every time,
You lied so you could have a break,
To destress yourself from the mundainity of life,
You lied because it felt nice that you were living and doing something you wouldn't do in reality,
You were off on an adventure in your lie,
While in reality, you were rotting away in a hole somewhere,
It was sweet and addictive that you spinned yarns and yarns of lies,
Now the lie is out,
And the embarrasment is getting to you,
I get it,
To the future me,
Sometimes when I look up at the sky,
I find myself somewhere in the future,
The scenery is placid and heartwarming,
I'm assured that I'm might be in a better place,
But the vision of me is blurred ,
what am I, where am I, how am I, is all blurred like the murky waters in the puddle,
I know that someday I will be in that place,
This mere thought makes my heart race,
The mild balls of sweat of uncertainty that breaks out is something I choose to ignore.
To the one who made me,
Thank you mother,
For not killing me in your womb,
For letting go of your dreams and for birthing me,
For all the sacrifices that you made and grew me up,
For all your desires that you killed to give life to mine,
For giving me the best whilst hiding that you never had any of it yourself,
For all the mistakes of mine that you hid away,
For being my Knight in shining Armour,
For being my buoy and saving me every single time I was about to drown,
For all that I did to hurt you,
For all the words that I unintentionally spewed to hurt you,
For all the grave sins that I did when you beseeched me not to,
For mindlessly pushing away your golden words...
To the lonely tree on the plain,
It's must be hard.
To watch the stars rising to the night sky,
The moon blooming high above them all,
Waiting for her dear wolf,
I know you feel the melancholy hit you,
When you watch them each night,
So near, but yet so far,
It hits you hard that love is like that,
You have it today, maybe just maybe,
It will not be there tomorrow,
But darling, do you not see?
Love is not about being with the one you love till you die,
But it's when you see him every night and smile in peace,
That he made it through,
He lived through another day without you,
The satisfaction of knowing that even if you are so far away,
Love will come through to ...
Dear demons of the past,
It's been on my mind
For a very long time,
To sit down,
grab that piece of paper reserved just for you under my bed,
And clutch my pen to bleed words,
To tell you all that you put me through,
Here I sit,
On the tank of my building
Where only he has been,
And write this piece for you.
I wanted to rip my anger apart by writing everything down,
But then I saw all that you made me,
All that I gained,
All that I became
when I finally saw myself in the mirror,
Though I didn't become who I wanted to be,
I became someone who I look at and feel proud,
For walking through the fire and out,
It cleansed my soul,
You brought him and took him away, ...
To my perverted boss,
You know, it's true, this is my first job.
I came here with dreams in my eyes and hunger to strive for Heights in my life.
But I was unaware that vultures like you exist in this forsaken world.
My parents always told me to steer away from men like you.
Men who have a family at home, a daughter they dearly cherish, but who wouldn't think twice before engulfing in their Lust for young women who work with them.
You Leer at all the women who work here with you,
You used stare at their young figure thrust forward with confidence of being who they are,
But now they hide their pride and youth to not grab your attention,
Because of men like you,
Women fear the ...
Sheets of Egyptian cotton,
Dotted with ink spills,
And they sat around wondering,
How she spent away her lonely nights.
He wanted to etch the world with his words,
And she was the one pursuing it,
She bled words onto the paper,
And he devoured the pages that held her print,
He craved for more,
as she bled away on ink,
It was their dream, to leave behind their legacy of words,
And years later, they did bring it to reality,
Their story crafted into a forever and a legacy to take it forward,
The quirky poetess...