Waves

I felt like the waves of the ocean

Flowing and just being there

I had lost attention of my surroundings

Numb, I stared into no where

That was how every day felt like

Just existing just being

Going through that routine like water

Going up and crashing down

That’s it, I was alive but dead

Or perhaps too dead to die

I am Jealous

It’s hard to watch

Hard to remember

All that she does to me

All that she did

So well liked

She had so many friends who loved her

Always the best, coming out on top

Skillfull and affable

Smart and confident

Every quality you’d like

I wonder when the success got to her head

And when she turned into what I am

I am jealous of her

I am jealous of my past

I am jealous of what I was


I know this is too vague, cryptic and probably even cringy but I had vot this idea and so had to write on it.

Have a great Sunday and week ahead!!

Meeting!

I woke up with a smile on my face

Knew I could funally embrace

You, the lovliest sweetest gift

My heart’s racing can’t stop it

I’ve waited for you for such a long time

But every efforts’s paying off a dime

There’s a skip in my step as I wander about

Smiling and grinning throughout

I am gonna protect you like no other

To my heart I’ll keep you tethered

Oh, every second feels so long

I am awaiting the door bell’s ding dong

It finally rings, my heart roars

As I open the door my heart soars

I take the box and unpack it

The last book of the series! Today, I’ll complete it!


If you thought that this was a romantic poem( which it is in a way) then you’ve probably watched a lot of Bollywood movies😛

Gray

They say that black is wrong

And also say that white is right

But there has to be a gray somewhere

Like there’s dawn between day and night

The say that one’s life

Is either black or white

But actually our lives are gray

What they say just isn’t right

There is something good in bad

The bad in good is also there

But the way we see it is what matters

At which colour we stare…

My Doll

I had a doll

Which did all sort of bad things

Scary, terrifying and terrible

Incidents you’ll be afraid of reminescing

She took out my cat’s eyes

And played with them like ball

We never saw her doing it

But she was with them in the hall

A voice used to sing at night

A sad and haunting croone

It lead to the doll’s cupboard all the time

That prolonged lullaby tune

She killed the neighbour’s dog one day

With its insides all pulled out

We found a blood knife

It was her, without a doubt

My parents are throwing the doll away

Instead I got a new ball

Now I’ll have to be good and quiet

Till I get another doll

Bullet Tears

She looked at his crisp uniform

He looked at the sullen sky

Tears had started welling up

When he said that it isn’t a goodbye

He left his harmonica with her

The teary eyes looked at his medal clad chest

She said,” Play one tune when you return,

Just one part if not the rest.”

He heaved a painful sigh

As her eyes spoke of all her fears

No bullets had hit him

As hard as his daughter’s tears

Lost/Found

I think I just lost myself

But where, is something I am not entirely sure of

Perhaps in the movies I watched

Perhaps between the lines of the books

Perhaps while listening to that old song

Or maybe when I was reminescing memories

Perhaps it was on that walk barefoot on the grass

Perhaps when I was drawing on a paper

Perhaps it was while writing a poem

Or maybe when I was imagining a fictional world

Thinking of it I am not entirely sure if I lost myself

I think I found myself in these places

Coloured

Disclaimer: This poem(especially the word ‘you’ used here) does not intend to point to any person or community in particular. They are just my thoughts on something that has been in this world for a long time, from a perspective.

You’re pink when embarrassed

Pale when stressed

Green when sick

Red if someone pricks

Blue when cold

Happiness comes with gold

White when scared

Purple in rage when you glare

I am black when embarrassed

Black when stressed

Black when sick

Black if someone pricks

Black when I’m cold

My skin holds no gold

Black when scared

Black when I glare

And you call me coloured.

To Be Vulnerable

As thoughts swirl, I watch the rain
They run around, dominate my brain
Those soft tears of grief or mirth
Shedded by nature to clean the dirt
You could just stand and watch them
For an eternity, just look at them falling on stems
When I dig deeper into their meaning
The results are astonishing
There's no promise in there
They might hit the ground, or just evaporate into thin air
They are vulnerable just like me
The realization sets me free
It's so good to know
That to be vulnerable is to be brave

The Mask

She smiles, my eyes cry

She is outgoing, I’m shy

She loves, my mind is alone

She is amazing, my qualities uknown

She is beautiful, my insides are a mess

She is happy, I feel stressed

My mask is perfect- It hides me


Note: This is fiction.

One Year Anniversary!

It's been a year
That's so hard to believe
Since I started this small corner
Which I can call mine

Publicizing whatever I wrote
Receiving feedbacks and appreciation
Maddening myself over what to post
And how to make the content better

Yet, the most wonderful part
Was meeting so many others
Who are like me in so many ways
And learning from them

Thanks for journeying along!

It’s been an year already but it feels like I started this just yesterday. Thanks to all of you for supporting me:

Prishaa & Alekh( Who are not a bloggers but my closest friends, who have been supporting me since I started this blog)

Raghavsree @ desertflower5 ( One of my first followers who always has something positive to say)

Era @ The Hidden Soul ( A very inspiring blogger who has always supported me)

Nandika @ Queervistor ( A very sweet blogger who’s posts are awesome)

Anisha @ crazienerds ( Someone who’s always given a positive feedback and her alternative endings to my posts are a delight)

Rishika @ The Ethereal Unicorn ( Who writes such mature poetry that you’ll be mistaken about her age. She always has a positive thing to say)

Shweta @ My Random Ramblings ( Someone who’s posts are a delight to read and has always told me where I could improve)

Aashi @ Falling Upwards ( Who’s supported me throughout)

Preeths @ Offshorewritings ( A motivational poet who motivates me as well)

Bharath @ Bharath’s Banter ( The Prince of Darkness who always has something unexpected(in a good way) to say about a post)

Ishita @ Thoughts Resonate ( A poet with beautiful words who always a good word to say)

Sir@ Katiemiafredrick ( Who always shares his thoughts about my writings)

BG @ The Bold Vibe ( An inspiring and …bold person who always says whatever she thinks quite frankly)

HS @ Live Love Laugh Learn ( An incredible blogger and person who has been a constant support)

Kim @ Kimmagic ( A very talented poet who has been there to read my posts always)

Cindy @ Unique Times ( An inspiring blogger who has always supported me)

Nawazish ( A talented person who has been there to read my work always)

Nehal @ Books and Words ( The most sarcastic person I know, who always has a good word to say)

Yashita @ Cure of Boredom ( Sistahh, who’s always supported me)

Radhika ma’am @ Radhika’s Reflection ( A prolific poet who has been a constant viewer)

Ananya @ Drawing My Fantasies ( A very funny persona whose sense of humour is to die for)

Secrets @ Secret Thoughts Within ( Who’s been a constant support)

Ash @ The fictional journal( A fun person to talk to, who always praises me immensely through her comments)

Avishi @ Schreibens from Avishi ( A sweet and talented person, who has been there to read and give a feedback)

Poorwa@ poorwa’s blog ( A lifestyle blogger who has her way with words)

Vani @ Storytime with Shivani ( Whose stories are awesome!)

Riya @ Riya’s World ( Strong articles and lovely poems whose been a new addition to my followers)

TaylorAlan Piper Wild @ Tomboy’s Attic (A person brimming with excitement who has been a constant support)

Aanya @ Soaring Firebolt( Who already has two published books go check ’em out!)

SS@ The Bored Side Of The Phone ( A wonderful blogger who has been with me since long back)

Pbs @ Science-tastic ( someone who makes my chemistry concepts clearer and always has agoodword to say)

PavithraPavithra@ Introverted Bags ( A lovely writer who is a constant viewer)

Anushka@Anushka stories ( An amazing poet cum artist cum viewer!)

And YOU!

Thank you so much once again!!! *throws confetti around*

Ècrit

When I hold my pen

Words rain down in the open

Penning down my feelings

Leaving my heart empty and head reeling

When I am purple with rage

The angry words enclose the paper cage

When sad or gloomy

They reflect melancholy

As excitement takes over

Words on that paper, flutter

Or when I am giddy with happiness

They fill the paper with exuberance

Today the paper is empty

Nothing could better describe how I feel

As I Awaken

I woke up to see

The sky with the stars

Glowing as the fall

I wanted them to find me

As I awaken

I am carried by that glow

And I long for that flame

In it I want to be taken

I feel like a moth drawn to it

Yet it doesn’t come near

I want it to find me, burn within me

Yet the flame remains in the sky, lit

Its all made of light

Oh, how I long for the flame to find me

It still remains there

Burning bright

It strikes me now, fully

I already have the flame

The journey was always to discover the flame hidden within

I awaken truly

Letting go…

I used to hold onto things too tight

Thought it made me brave, and everything alright

My fingers would ache holding onto the past

But I thought it was worth the pain it cast

Would remember my mistakes every time the wind blew

The pain would hit me anew

Yet I held onto it tightly

Even if it blistered my fingers slightly

Then one day a thing happened

Something I never imagined

I let go of the past, I held so dear

It filled me with happiness, instead of fear

Sometimes its good to lose something

For it isn’t always meant to be a loss

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