You, my dear,were exactly that Friday evening
The rhythm of joy running through the veins
And I , the old grumpy Monday morning...
Serious yet clue less....
You, my dear were exactly that thinnest spark of hope
And I, the darkness spread all across the room
You,my dear were a Medicine
And I, desperately wait to get well soon
You , my dear were the last piece of pizza in my fridge
And I was the gloomy day which needed peace
You were all happiness, my love
And I, the miserable chaos who learn to smile
You , my dear were a cup of Chai
And I, the sunset in the horizon
You were the photograph captured,
And I, my dear kept smiling throughout
You, my dear didn't leave
And I have learnt to weave -the magical carpet of smile
-SHYANTIKA❤

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Maybe someone would exist in a parallel universe
Who will hold me strong
And forgive me for my mistakes
And hold me close....
Who reasonably understand why I react in situations as this....
Maybe ,someone who would judge me a little less
And love me a little more....
Or, someone who would be proud for the person I'm
Who would understand that a girl with a strong outer appearance cries her to sleep....
Somewhere, in my maybes
You would exist who would stand beside and would never make me feel any less....

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Stuck in a generation of happy faces with broken hearts....
Who have a lot to talk virtually and less of them in reality
With loud parties in the dark clubs to crying in the dark room
A whole generation acting cool with emojis and dead emotions
From managing 75%s to managing a messed life....

A generation with savage replies and meme sharing
Stuck in a generation of confused minds and unsettled dreams
Welcome, to a generation who needs to understand its cool to care
Its cool to cry when you can't let go

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On silent autumn nights,
When the leaves rustles in my garden
I could hear your footsteps
Near the maple tree where we our eyes first met
On starry nights,
I could feel you staring at me
For choosing you over and over
When the world predicted our fate...
On silent autumn nights,
While the moonlight touches me
Through the open windows
I hear a soft knock in my heart
Asking "Am I still welcome,mademoiselle"

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Silently sitting by the window
Rain drops hitting the ground....
With 'Social House' poetry
playing in background
A book and chai on the table
Sometimes life is about
Small things & you

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After all you even feel
You have asked them : If they ate
You have asked them: Are they fine
You have apologized for their mistakes
So , now be shut and listen
Be selfish if they take you granted
It's going to be difficult, darling
For days when you crave that care
But as someone says there's a light at the end of the tunnel
Forgive not forget
Listen, every time you don't need to be good or pretend you are fine
Don't wait for them to realize that they have made you cry
You are not always strong darling
After all you even feel

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The sun shine you bring to them
Must not be a setting
sun of your life
The care you have for them
Must not be taken for weakness
The love you have for them
Must make you a priority not a second listed
Wait......
Yet you compromise in life
To hold on
Because letting go of your old comfort zone is difficult
#sadbuttrue

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Today I won't write poetries of pain anymore
Or scribble memories down my memory lane
Today I promise not to look back
To what was never a part of me
Years after,
If our paths cross
If our heart breaks again
I promise to not look at you
And bid a quite goodbye🥀❤

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Kisne aaj keh diya tum mere jazbaato mein ho,
Kisne aaj keh diya tum mere alfaazo mein ho,
Kuch toh hai jo hum baaiyaan na kar paaye....
Unhe kya paata tum yaado mein sirf nahi
Tum mere ibaadat mein ho❤

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It gets us close to goals out of our league,
Closer to the peace we can't find
AND
Closest to love we could never have

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