Vulnerable

Loneliest of all,

Having no one to listen

To the grief, the sorrow,

Having no one who gives a damn,

Having a friend

Or a person

In life,

Who wants to know

The reason

Behind this loneliness,

This moment of weakness,

This moment 

Where any stranger

Can enter

And disrupt the routine

Of an already uneventful life,

Is the most frightening of all.

Being vulnerable to love,

Talks of consolation,

Melting for a tiny word,

Hanging onto it for support,

Believing it would last forever

Is what puts things

Upside down.

Fly

Like the high clouds

I want to soar

So I could reach you,

So I could touch you,

So that I could see

Where you reside

In the sky

Like a King,

Where I can be the queen,

Where I get 

To love you forever,

To laugh like there’s no tomorrow,

Lean on your broad shoulders,

Let the tears of pain flow,

Let the happiness sink in

Until it reaches

The mighty ocean below

Into which I shall jump,

To get precious pearls

To adorn you with;

And when I look up,

I will yearn for you

And only you,

And will wait

In this life and the next

For you

To come down to me,

And set me free with you,

Into the sky

Where we can fly

Without a care.

And the moon would never come down.

That guilt

​All day

I think of you,

Deep in my thoughts

In my every action,

As I find guilt

Crawling forward

And stopping that smile

Halfway,

Pushing away

All things happy,

As I know

I was never good enough;

I know,

I’ve been fighting

For a lost cause;

I think of you

Who’s in pain,

Who needs me

And yet never admits;

I want to do all that I can,

Breaking this wall

Of ego

As the daughterly love,

As creepy as it can be

Fills in 

The air around you,

Disentangling you

From the web of loneliness

That you’re trapped in;

Don’t be afraid

To hold my hand,

And walk in the dark.

Know that I could do anything

Just anything

To make your everyday life

Better.

Your angle

​It’s not anyone’s fault

That things are

The way they are;

After all,

Everyone we meet

In this world

Is human;

Everyone has a life,

Everyone cannot comprehend 

Every single feeling 

With utmost precision

The same way you have.

Even if it is a professional,

They’re still human;

They, too, can get angry

They, too, can get mad,

Because in the end,

No one is an angel

Dropping right from heaven

And there is no one

In this world

Who can ever see

What you see;

There’s no one in this world 

Who will not snap

On hearing an honest confession 

From you

If it’s unfavorable to them;

Everyone has an angle

Of seeing things,

And yours is in no way

Nearer to theirs.

Independent

Dedicated to Ms.K, who’s never talked much.


You know you’re independent 

When you can handle 

Everything by yourself –

You know you’re an adult

When you can handle 

Immense pressure –

Even pain,

And have not shattered to pieces;

When you have not told a soul,

And have no one suspecting

That you’re broken,

You need someone to talk to;

You have drained all your tears,

But still know 

You’re okay.

There’s no one to sit by your side,

There’s no one to listen

To your everyday complaints,

There’s no one to ask

If you’re okay,

Because no one knows.

You’ve handled things well, all alone.

A life to live

Another poem dedicated to Mr.K : my neighbour whose feelings I could somehow fathom.
No one gets the life they’d desired

No one lives the life they had always loved

No one ends up happiest among the lot

No one gets away with a single thought

And no, no one can replay a portion

Of their life

Again and again

Just to stay happy

And get away from all the pain

The sorrow

The regrets

Every unfulfilled wish that remains 

All the buried up feelings,

The desperation,

Every little tear that has not been shed

The loneliness

The fears

And every unspoken truth hidden within

Will follow you to your grave.

My special plant

​All I can do now

Is to wish

And wish again

And again

In vain

To find you,

To get you back;

For you

To be mine again

Is something

I would prioritize

Above all other mundanity.

But alas,

You’re now gone.

For, you

Were the only living thing

I could call mine;

You were the silent listener,

The smallest thing

Yet

The cutest

That I could own.

You managed to survive

Even when I didn’t feed you

You shed some leaves

And then grew some.

You never were a pain

You never made me frown;

And for all that you have done,

I have, in return

Forgotten you,

Treated you like you never existed,

And have let them take you

To the wolves,

To the ice and cold,

To the wilderness,

Wherever they may,

In the worst case,

Uproot you

And leave

To decay.

Whatever I may do now,

I know

I will never get you back;

Dear one,

I’m sorry I hadn’t cared.

I’m sorry I let them get to you.

But always remember,

You were always,

And will always remain

My special little plant.



Cold winter

Snow pellets fell,

one by one,

But still

All at a time;

The frost bites stung,

The storm blew away

Any reminiscence

Of old, fallen leaves;

For, it was white everywhere,

Ice everywhere – 

Where it rained 

Of beautiful snowflakes

Within the walls

Of that place I call

My heart.

No one

​There’s no one left,

Nothing at all;

Not one 

To encourage, to care, to love.

Here, standing

In the shade of the void,

At the edge of salvation..

In the long term of life,

Many had helped,

In times of need,

Gratefulness remains

Until the last breath –

To those who had helped

Heal physical scars;

As for the invisible ones,

They may never heal,

For,

In this ocean-deep sorrow

That drenches mountains together

They do not disappear

With a flick of the finger.

As days pass,

The torment only grows,

For,

There is nothing in this world

That can cure

Like a selfless, loving heart;

One which is rarest to find

In this world

Where humans take advantage

Of everything

That tries to stay kind

And does not harm.

In a world where no one

Feels the pain 

Of a friend;

Where, on public opinion,

Being able to insult someone

Is the best that friendship can offer.

Whereas,

Being there,

Trying to be kind to them

Is something that’s 

Out of fashion.

And still acting,

Like best pals, friends of old,

Forgetting the past

Where opinions had not been important,

One may never even foresee

The future

That brazenly lies

Before their eyes.

It will never be easy

Mingling with people

Who pinpoint, judge and ridicule

Your every move,

And yet,

Call you a friend.