Tag: love
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Flatmates
Hi, my name is Rocky. I live with my best friend Sunny in a tiny house in the woods. We have our rooms and anyway I don’t need too much space. Sunny and I do everything together. We eat together, play together, watch random tv shows, go for walks, chat endlessly for hours and when…
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Fire and ice
My heart was racing at the sound of the doorbell. There were butterflies in my stomach. Butterflies that I hadn’t felt in a very long time. I knew he felt the same on the other side of the door. I looked at myself in the mirror before letting him in. I thought he would grab…
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जहां तू रेहता था कभी (Where you once stayed)
I wrote something in Hindi which is my mother tongue and for some reason it gives me a different level of comfort when I write something in Hindi. It soothes my soul. But I know a lot of you are more comfortable in english so I’ve tried to translate the poem while struggling to maintain…
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Feeling alive
Now I feel my heart, beatUnlike I ever did beforeMaybe I was incomplete It is something indiscreetThat I think I adoreNow I feel my heart, beat Too long in a backseatShame, I want moreMaybe I was incomplete Savory, bitter, sour, and sweetAs I exploreNow I feel my heart, beat It feels quite concreteWhatever be in…
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Some more time to heal
I dreamt of growing old togetherAnd together we’d turn greyBut with every passing dayYour memory fades away. I felt darkness was there foreverThere forever from dusk to dawnWe stood still, while you were goneWhen life became a game of pawns. I find it hard to recall, hard to rememberTo remember, what life once was aboutI…
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A part of me
All of me is at peaceBut a part of me gets sadMy heart beats just fine all the timeBut a part of it skips a beat for youI sleep well for most of the nightExcept for when I dream of you.I never want to see you againExcept when my eyes look for you.All of me…
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An ode to the cold
The cold, a shiverYour smile, a triggerA trigger of warmth, of passionOf desire, of comfort , of startle Your eyes, your smileKills me, gives me lifeMakes me wonder in aweOf every perfection and flaw. Baffles my heart,To think of me and youA dream or realityThat’s too good to be true Don’t go, just waitIf I…
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Breathless
“One thing does not lead to another”. She said taking a small sip of her drink. “It does” . He said taking a large sip of his drink. “Come on Siddharth! Are you seriously telling me that you’ve gotten carried away in a “moment” and did something you wouldn’t normally do” “I wouldn’t put it…
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Is the mirror getting old?
She raises her doubts, to the figure in goldAm I pretty no more, or is the mirror getting old?She finds a scar on her face, she looks untoldAm I pretty no more, or is the mirror getting old? She looks at the glass, who looks back at herShe tries some make up, but it doesn’t…
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There once was a boy
There once was a boy,I fell in love withWasn’t my first,Maybe third, fourth or fifth I followed him around,Fell head over heelsAnd over all aboveHe used to play guitar and sing He had those dreamy eyes,Or maybe just I felt that.He was unlike the guysThat I had ever met. He used to sing and smileAnd…
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But why?
I can turn around. But why?Maybe look back and heave a sigh.To ensure, I didn’t walk too far.If you’re still waiting, to say goodbye. I can still fall apart. Can I?Hear another truth, hear another lie.To believe nothing mattersIf you really hated, to see me cry. I can still fake a smile. But why? Hide,…
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Secrets, lies and life around it
Do you have a secret that no one knows of?? Something you’ve stored in the deep bottoms of your heart? What prompted this?? Just another one of those thoughts that turn into a verbal outrage. And also, I’ve had some time on my hand to think and pen this down. So go on, read, and…
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Guilty Pleasures
It was a usual day. Tanya stood in her kitchen baking chocolate chip cookies. Chocolate seemed to give her a great deal of comfort. It was her go-to comfort food. As the doorbell rang, she couldn’t think of anybody she was expecting. She was more than amazed to see Aditya on the other side of…
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Jealousy, rebellion and hatred
Jealousy – A Kimo Came across a picture of them, love struck.Jealousy, the green devilStood by my side again. **** Kimo poems are an Israeli version of haiku. Most of the rules are still familiar: 3 lines. No rhymes. 10 syllables in the first line, 7 in the second, and 6 in the third. Rebellion-…
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Maybe just a bad dream….
I had a dream about you last night. Well, that was new.. I never dream about you.. I don’t even think about you anymore. Still, you were the first guy I ever loved. First kiss, first everything. And yet I wonder, why we never had a first date. About the dream, it was nice..and passionate..…
Midnight Musings 