It’s not about what you say,
Or the things you do
Every second you breathe
I am triggered by you.
It’s either loving or hating
There’s no in between
I can’t live with you, or without you
How can you be so nice, yet mean?
You’ve got my heart jumping ropes
You toy with my hopes
Then you sweep me off my feet
Making this circle repeat.
Every night, we meet in a recurring dream.
Making new promises, to redeem.
Your eyes locked on mine,
Our fingers entwine;
Two hearts beat as one,
All the masks are undone.
I couldn’t walk, but with you I fly.
Amongst the stars setting fire to the sky.
Have you ever felt so complete?
A heart so full that it could explode,
Into little pieces of nerve wrecking joy.
Sometimes it’s a good thing
To feel the weight of the world on your shoulders,
If it is your little girl asking for rides on your back.
Sadness can be a happy emotion
When it is felt for the loss of a loved one
You are lucky to have loved and lost.
Shot up nerves is the rawest of passion
When you’re on that first date,
And you can’t get over his smile.
Art by Pradhiksha.
To all the mothers out there.
I write away my sorrow
It is the only way I know.
Spilling ink thicker than blood.
Leaving behind words in place of scars.
They said, Be the change and the world will follow.
I pretend to be reborn.
I tell myself that I am the change.
And the world did follow,
On Instagram to mock at my expense.
Some people see a few familiar faces and call it home.
What if I need to look at hearts and not faces?
When I look through those chunks of rock
Will I still be able to tell them apart?
This mind of mine colourfully black and white,
Scatters them into piles of two
They all judge me for my depth
Some look at my pockets and some my poetry.
At times, reality isn’t real enough,
Everything’s better with a tinge of drama.
Struggling to conform
To ordinary norms.
Some lies we tell the world,
Some to ourselves.
Who’s turn is it today?
Will it be,
The ambrosial lover, or the mad cynic?
The unforgiving critic, or the loyal advocate?
The curious child, or the unimaginative adult?
A different mask a different day.
Take it off and what are you?
A reflective vessel of scars and hopes.