Poem on Poetry

your birth is always on the most unusual time 
you’re born seven oceans far and travel round the world

with no passport and visa

you emerges from every single thing i see around 

from sun’s rising up to a body breaking down

you’re someone’s outcome of heartbreak 

and someone’s cure to heartache 

you behold gravity within cause

you give solitary a new life

you’re the beauty which some recite 

and that on replay thing in writers mind

you hold power within yourself 

which touches us, even without touching 
how do you carry heavy words and rhyme them easily 

how does your presence make recluse pass happily 

how do you uphold someone in their hard times

how do you sustain centuries after your mother dies
there are yet many ‘how do’ questions back in my mind 

POETRY! 

your name gives me answers 

just like the last time 

It’s okay!

it’s okay not to be okay always.

it’s okay not to be strong always.

it’s okay not to hide your emotions sometimes.

it’s okay to be silent at times.

it’s okay not to always choose the difficult path.

it’s okay not to always give explanation when asked.

it’s okay not to forget the past sometimes.

it’s okay not to carry a fake smile like we do a lot of times.

its okay sometimes to walk alone.

its okay sometimes to keep things to ourselves.

it’s okay sometimes to cry to sleep.

its okay sometimes to realise forever is never out of dreams .

it’s okay not to always match up with the trends.

it’s okay skipping 7-star meal for pani puri at a local stall.

it’s okay sometimes arriving messily and not sassy.

it’s okay writing our feelings down on a paper rather than telling.

beYOUtiful! 

your eyes?

wear eyes lenses and perfect fake lashes

try to find love. you’ll get their attention, girl
your lips?

fake a smile. make a pout.

try to find love. you’ll get boys to like you, girl
your skin?

lighten your tone or darken it temporarily.

try to find love. you’ll get much attraction, girl
your body?

flaunt it and make it curvy.

try to find love. you’ll get lust, girl
you?

be yourself and cherish your deed.

then try to find love. you’ll get the most of it, girl

The undeniable treasure

The call logs which only had his name, now seem to have everyone else’s but not his. From the late night conversation of five hours, now texts exchange for hardly five minutes. From those tight hugs to today, we merely see each other. Promises of never leaving each other, sounds as a bad joke today. Hands which were never alone, fingers which rest upon each other’s now has the most cruel cuts. The future we once planned, ground beneath my feet show no roots to it. Yes we were trapped, trapped by the most hurting yet beautiful thing; Love! It has been always stated that first love is sweet! But the wounds it gave were even more deeper! I tried, so did he. Once? Twice? Oh no, many times! And all the heartbreaks clearly indicated, we weren’t meant to be together. My love for him was genuine and that’s why it kinda hurts to accept the reality that today, we not together. We are not one. He is not mine and I am not his. 

Would it be okay if I say breakup means the couple were not in love? But does that also mean that only committed ones love one another? Absolutely not. Two people can feel for each other even if they aren’t together and at the very same a couple could feel nothing for each other even after years of commitment. 

Maybe our stars do not match and that’s why we had to apart. But the love we hold will definitely bring us back, tomorrow or a week later or decades later! I will wait. I will wait for him. I will wait for the fortune to turn up, just because these feeling are never fading. We are not one but spiritually we both live together.

My phone still blinks notifications and each time it does I know, it’s not him. Maybe because I never told him how much I feel for him. Or Maybe because he never tried to know this. Or maybe because I’m writing this in my notes and never sending him. 

Fiction is love, inside the hate!

There are some relation which, even if we don’t want, penetrate so deep to our veins that they become inseparable, even if the two break apart. There’s always one of the two who is a bit more in the bond, or should I say the one who likes to show off the love! If you once loved you will always, No matter what or how you end up. This love will always acquire the softest part of in heart and you won’t ever want to see them hurt! 

To the outside world they may see as normal, like the ones who worry about nothing, but the truth remains deep beneath their skin. Bonds strengthen! Passing challenges and decking up trust, timely fuel up the relation. All things fall into right place, at the time when they are meant to be. And it unveils as the best when we go with this flow. 

Rushing to make it strong may sometimes create a crack, a crack which breaks a pebble in two. 

Time makes it happen, all that needed is patience, faith and hope. Patience, that it will happen; faith, that they’ll be yours and hope, that they’ll always stay. But if one imbalances in between the trio, then path towards it’s ‘so-called’ end may take. In cases like this people unknowingly do the optional, which may hurt their partner. They don’t intend to bruise their heart or feelings, all they wish is to get too close to the other especially when the other one is not ready. They try to ring their partners, out of insecurities and it often exasperate the other. Faulty is not the unsecured one, but I would say both. Out of annoyance, people generally try to avoid or ignore or even sometimes end up with their partners and after breaking apart they usually call it ‘hate’. 

After getting too much irritated, do you really start hating them? Or you try to distance yourself from them? We seek to unfasten our heart from them and to our satisfaction say, we hate them. 

Destiny often make the broken meet and journey give them change to undo what they did. Situation be the same yet, only the rude hearted becomes more into love and to the ruthless, ego disappear, but the fear of seeing the other half hurt again becomes unbearable. They make up as emotional-less and deny to the red carpet of their lover. With this rejection, the past unsecured one becomes strong af, and the as known tough heart becomes weak again and again, with every single day. 

Bravado could have accepted their lovers proposal but the bill of paying to every single tear was too high. 

How hypothetic it is to see the one you loved with each capillary meant everything to you but to them you were just a random person, Unknowing that their heartbeat still fasten just to see you smile. 

To you they hate you, but to them you defined love. 
– Hridya