This connection is pure,
now I am sure..
Never demanded
Unlike other soul sucking experiences,
Into my cup, you pour,
as I ever did to you;
with all the stumbles and disconnections in between;
sometimes it feels obscure,
sometimes it feels pure,
leaving either of us
Sometimes unbothered
Sometimes wanting for more.
A poem that I had written in 2018.
I am encaged in my horrific thoughts,
You are handcuffed with my love outside.
I try to scream and try to drive your attention to me,
you don’t seem to hear,
so I pull out a rage,
Being crazy in all my might
to get that attention, that affection, that love,
That seems so distant to me in my plight.
I call you names,
you are handcuffed,
I throw things at you,
you are handcuffed,
What is it made of? Steel or love?
It’s my love, my love.
Why cannot you get rid of it and see reality,
how much constrained I am right now.
Free me
I want to free myself from this cage,
Lest I would drag you alongwith me, in it, for life.
I am hating and loving those hand-cuffs simultaneously,
I want your complete surrender to my misery and plight,
Yet, stay bound with those hand-cuffs
So that they remind you of love,
that I never meant to give you
It’s just for your complete surrender
To my own horrific thoughts.
Dreams
The only place where
Souls truly meet.
Forget the mistletoe,
Let’s kiss under a cloud,
Let’s get the rain pouring
Calming the heat within
Let’s let the love speak,
without words,
out loud.
Wanderlusting a different place
every single week,
I still have the audacity to say
I am not a freak,
I don’t know where I will truly find solace,
Since I know his arms are my truly peaceful place.
(Originally posted on 9th march, 2021)
I loved myself through bits n pieces
Collected a tsunami of emotions in a tear-drop,
Shed it in a fraction of a second
And stood tall holding myself together, having within, a ray of hope.
(21st may, 21)
I took it step by step,
I felt it wave by wave.
If you ever have to read the calmth,
Run your eyes over every tip of a mountain.
The more you learn, the more you think you know nothing,
The lesser you talk about what you know, the more they think you know absolutely nothing.
I Think For All 