You have to react to the constant nudge
that your heart keeps giving you
after that "yet another guy" shattered it into pieces.
You have to react.
You have to let that pain
ooze out of your skin,
And your writings.
Kuch toh hoga pichle karam ka hisaab.
Ki akeli b reh gayi
Aur tumhari b na ho payi.
My presence couldn't make you fall in love with me.
I hope my memories don't either.
Yes. I have felt it too.
The feeling of getting crushed under a stone,
When my mother denied me that ice cream, claiming
It's cancer to my throats that winter.
The devoid of the poison named oxygen,
When they didn't let me pursue arts as my degree, noting
Statistics of slimmer paychecks for artists.
The feeling of being a nomad,
When I kept contemplating my career plan, giving
Examples of my already successful peers.
The feeling of being the one who submits willingly,
When my boyfriend simply notified me of plans, reflecting
On historical norms and traditions.
The feeling of being unarmed,
When those friendly hands turned filthy. Pacifying,
Calling it a secretive, loving gesture.
I bow to your love for me.
I respect your influence on me.
I long for your kindness.
And I can walk miles for that presence.
Do I worship you?
Well, only my God would know!
"You need to impress her"
"You need to tell her how much you love her",
we all grew up.
Take your time love.
It's only been an eternity
waiting for you.
In the crowd, I saw a familiar face.
A face that had strange, blue and distant eyes. Eyes that were glowing in it's sadness and depth. Eyes that at times softened when his lips smiled.
Which reminds me of his smile. I haven't seen a more beautiful faked arc on anyone else's face ever before. Everytime he smiled, I felt his heart cringe. Yet, it didn't take away the beauty in his smile. The mystery of why his smile never reached his eyes intrigued me.
I felt him frown on people patting him at his jokes. Jokes that came spontaneously to him and he cracked them just to give another try at being social. But his face clearly read that he wanted to snap his way out of this place. Yet he kept trying...
They aren't strangers.
They just aren't discovered.
Give them a chance.
Let's pull them in.
Every drop of water
Leaving my eyes
In your memory
Will give me
To not let new seeds grow.
Seeds of what you broke in me.
I am not bitchy.
I am ignorant towards the repurcussions of having and expressing an opinion.
Poetry bound me together.
Haiku healed me.
I made each of those stories my midnight pillows.
While each of those rants awakened me.
Nothing ever had more power on me than words.
Hence, I crave real conversations.
"I have a friend. She is a trouble. A big one.
She knocks at my door at odd hours for extremely important reasons like she is bored or she is unable to sleep or maybe because she doesn't like the curtains of her room anymore. Yeah. Sounds cute? Well, let me break it to you. It's not cute. It's annoying....."
"I think I am ready to spend
my entire life with you", the girl blushed.
"As if I would ever be ready to let you go", the guy smirked.
- Varsha Kishore
While billing at Victoria Secret, the guy took his wallet out to pay for his girlfriend's purchase.
The salesman gave a smirk.
To this the man said,
"I am supposed to pay for
my own pleasure."
- Varsha Kishore
Each December seems like a paradox.
It is the end of an year. But another one waiting anew.
You tanned yourself and danced in the rain.
Bid adieu to those lovely moments.
As you have new experiences to gain.
Autumn did make the leaves fall.
But strong heart!
You fought, moved on and even crawled.
You might have made mistakes.
Yet, learnings shouldn't make your brain curse. Retrospect. Remember. This December, relive your worth.
Yes, December came in a sigh.
Embrace 2018 which is fresh and nigh.
Yes, new challenges await.
This year, let's face it with chin held high.
"You remind me of something everytime we meet," she said.
"What is it?", he enquired.
"My heart's existence."
And they blushed.
This is to those self acclaimed aficionados and critiques living in denial.
Let me break this to you.
Yes. The world is cruel.
It has been long that you have dealt with it.
You are part of this world.
Its high time you introspect and see what you can do about the demon inside of you.
She rushed to his place at 2 A.M.
"All okay?", he asked.
"I miss home.", she said with puppy eyes.
And that tight hug of her best friend
brought her home.
Understand the meaning of love
Soak in the commitment and faith
And only then,
Claim to love her.
Look at your lady.
You see that?
You're the only person
Who is able to read her.
And that is because
She wants you to be the only one.
People you claimed
As your 'forever',
In your past.
Moral- You are stronger than you think you are. Because you never knew...but you always had the ability of moving on.
'Being good' is not a quality to me.
I feel its more of a process.
You give it,
You get it.
Me: I keep myself happy. I'm sort of in love with my laughter.
Others: So you're selfish.
Me: So you're dumb?
Others: How is it related?
In order to receive your love
I'll have to go through this painful process
Of feeling hurt?
Can we go back to being strangers, please?
I tell you what friend,
The lady who enters your house,
Blushing like a girl
That she has showered in your