Sussex, NJ    1996 -   
romantic schemer,
notebook doodler,
Star gazer,
Bearded scholar,
And overall student of the world
(Currently a student at Rutgers University)
romantic schemer,
notebook doodler,
Star gazer,
Bearded scholar,
And overall student of the world
(Currently a student at Rutgers University)
Sahil Suri
Sahil Suri
Apr 22, 2014      Apr 22, 2014

Have  I ever told you- I still have your boutonniere?
Perched proudly upon my poetry books~
All of the memories of "Us" may have been stored-
in a box solely for those memories
but that flower stands proudly,
untouched from the date- May 3rd

Fragile as it may be ( now dehydrated )
It remains a symbol of our love -
Filled with beauty, and fantasy-
but now dried out-
yet I still have it

Should I throw it away?
Forget and abandon it-
Or keep it as a memory?
and risk it growing on me
The longer it stays
the more questions arise...

Do you still have yours- Or is it gone forever?
Do withered flowers lose their beauty?

Sahil Suri
Sahil Suri
Mar 7, 2014      Mar 17, 2014

Before I begin, allow me to explain,
I too loved.. once,
so think of me not as some cynic-
nor as a master in the ways of love-
but rather as a keen observer-
now, that may mean I have nothing to offer you-
no insider knowledge-
no secrets of love-

But I do  know how to tell a true love story -

So let’s begin,

True love, if there is such a thing at all,
is like the thread that makes the cloth
you can’t tease it out-
you can’t extract meaning-
without ending up deeper in the web-
and it always remains-
hidden under layers -

In the end, that’s all you can really say about any
True love story-
They don’t generalize-
They don’t analyze-
They arent found-
They just… happen.

and that’s what makes them “true.”

But what is this coveted “love” -
the emotion?-
the act?-
the mentality?-

Love, is a constant state of illusionment-

A collective agreement amongst humans-
that it, whatever it may be,  can be treated as an excuse
for recklessness, irrationality, and misplaced strife-  

A quid pro quo  between two individuals-
to agree that they are doing something-
other than mindlessly drudging through life-

Now that is not to say that what love creates is pointless-
I said before, I have felt the embrace of love
Love festers between individuals for so long
it has no option-
but to mould the physical to itself-
and alter our personalities-

Characterized by spontaneity-
by indulgence-
by risk-
to love is the most dangerous experience in existence-
the act of being fully vulnerable with another-
while promising not to hurt them the same-

Love is characterized by vulnerability-
and the constant fear of being hurt-

So you want to know how to write a true love story?
be honest-
dwell not on the “romantic” blindfolds that keep us irrationally seeking our partners-
dwell not on the on the memories of a love that blossomed-
reveal the core of love -

A true love story comes from gut instinct-
A true love story, comes from experience.
A true love story, if truly told, makes the stomach believe

So I said I loved once,
allow me to elaborate-

I too have felt the “butterfly stomach”
- where the insides of the lovestruck turn on their host and manifests the emotional significance of meeting “the one”

I too have spent the day daydreaming...
-Lost in the thought of “the one”, seeking brief breaks from reality in my mind between moments of  utter normalcy

I too have melted into a puddle of emotion….
-lying next to “the one” as we slowly spill more and more of the secrets that bound us as individuals, joining a spirit much larger than myself-

I too have felt... invincible-
-to know that I’ve found something more significant than myself. Something that makes the fear of the future.. something to look forward to.

Yes, I too have fallen in love.
and I did just that-
I fell.

..And that is my true love story-

Edit: Wow.. I am honestly flabbergasted at the response this poem is getting! Somehow this was chosen as the daily poem and did a ton of other great things, thank you to everyone :) I got a ton of messages about this poem... This poem was written at the end of something beautiful... It was a pretty rough night right before valentines and I wrote a lot of poetry to get through it. This was one of the products, the others were a lot more personal.  I wish I could say I've gotten over it, but I am trying. Thank you everyone!
Sahil Suri
Sahil Suri
Aug 26, 2013      Aug 27, 2013

yet innately harmonious
a cacophony of noise
shrouding my body
the harsh
empowering light
battering from above

the oppressive
heat and humidity
caressing my body as I walk

Barefoot on the open gravel

Shouts are heard
from countless merchants
from the shops and bazaars
the honking of horns
the ringing of bells
from bikes
and motor rickshas

people bustle around
performing a dizzying range of tasks
yet all working
to a common goal
to survive

Yet amidst the chaos
Children run through the streets
weaving between countless giants
to sate their desire for fun
and exercise their fragile innocence

unmarred by the horrors of the world.

A beautiful mess
of livelihood and dreams of success
a true cultural experience for the senses
While it may not seem the most appealing at first
I don't know how else to stress
an amazing experience for all who enter nonetheless

Sahil Suri
Sahil Suri
Feb 24, 2013      Feb 24, 2013

I wanted to write you something..
About how two dorks meet
And fall for each other

Then imagined how you'd read it
calling it clichè
after reading just a bit

Most of my poems for you end up that way.....

That's what I'm going to write about today.

I hate that word clichè
What does it mean anyway?
Is it bad, is it wrong?
Is it something that people frown upon?

I wouldn't dare to talk of your ocean eyes, in which I get lost


Or Those horrid stars
Who knew not of "twinkle" till they saw your eyes

Heavens no...

I would never write about your dimple, your voice... I mean like that's even a choice


I should write of things less clichè

Like pirates... With manatees ...On a spaceship.. Keeping' it simple

Do you despise clichè?
Seriously.. Tell me if you feel that way....
I can most certainly write about
Much more you see

From your pyromania
To love of the big city
From the middle name of Claire
... And let's not forget the hair

And while i still understand not of this clichè

And I have left to say-
My muse,
My my friend
Ms Massooon
Happy birthday-
And I love you <3

Happy birthday Ali, I love you.
Sahil Suri
Sahil Suri
Jan 17, 2013      Jan 17, 2013

Elegant, Gorgeous,
yet deceitful, and burning with hate
she tempts one an all,
to dance before her world's entrance gate

an artist, a poet,
with but one greatest regret
for the art that she hath mastered
was one
that left her audience unable to applaud

Sahil Suri
Sahil Suri
Jan 15, 2013      Jan 15, 2013

Exiled, banished,
Sent down from your throne in heavens gate
to the torrential dullness of earth
the mear morals around me would call this "paradise lost"
yet I refer to it as my paradise found

For were the angles to be banished to earth
what may one state the difference be?
If there be such beauty in this world as you-
heaven doth speak out of sheer vanity

as to call itself the epitome of prosperity?
and forth to label itself paradise

for as far as the mear mortal known as I
true paradise lay not in gates of pearl,

yet rather in your heart of gold

Sahil Suri
Sahil Suri
Jan 12, 2013      Jan 12, 2013

I tried to skate, for the first time in my life.
at 17 years old... a noble strife
tough... an understatement
for apparently..uncoordinated am I .

So here's what I learned:
Skating is life

there are those who are learning
who must hold on for help
and those who glide with grace
and try to help the rest

neither age nor time matter

just fun
everyone working together

and slowly getting better

It is
in it's litteral essence
learning to survive on thin ice

and having good friends
good people to guide you
aiding in whatever you may do

makes it all worthwhile

and all the more fun
to fall on your bum
and get up to try again

yea.. a true story
I felt bad so many people were spending time to try and help me... when they could be having fun. Yet only now have I realized that that's just how it is. And I realized that im surrounded by some great people. Overall,  im glad i did it for I now know that I can trust these wonderful people to always be there to catch me :)
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