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He has heard somewhere that "the road you take to avoid your destiny is the road where you meat your destiny"

And, Everytime he choose the road to her, she was never there...
Whatever road you take you will meet your destiny..
की कभी होश खो भी जाऊं,
तो तुम संभाल लेना,
मैं अगर भूल भी जाऊं,
तो तुम याद रखना।

की कभी होश खो भी जाऊं,
तो तुम संभाल लेना,
अगर कह दूं की मुस्कुराहट तुम्हारी,
खुशी बन गई है मेरी,

अगर मैं ये कह ना पाऊं,
तो किसी और को कहने भी ना देना।
अगर में भूल भी जाऊं,
तो तुम याद रखना।

की कभी होश खो भी जाऊं,
तो तुम संभाल लेना,
अगर सवाल करूं मैं कोई,
तो जवाब भले तुम ना देना,

पर कभी कोई जवाब मांगे तुमसे,
तो खुद से ये सवाल जरूर करना।
मैं अगर भूल भी जाऊं,
तो तुम याद जरूर रखना।

की कभी होश खो भी जाऊं,
तो तुम संभाल लेना,
अगर चूमना चाहूं तुम्हें,
तो भले ही मुंह फेर लेना,

पर साथ ही मेरा हाथ पकड़ के,
मुझे प्यार से समझना,
मैं अगर भूल भी जाऊं,
तो तुम याद रखना।

की कभी होश खो भी जाऊं,
तो तुम संभाल लेना,
अगर आंख से निकले आंसू,
तो आसुंवो को बेहने देना,

पर कभी रोने को जो कंधा ना मिले,
तो अपने कंधे पर सर रखकर हमें रोने देना,
मैं अगर भूल भी जाऊं,
तो तुम याद जरूर रखना।

की कभी होश खो भी जाऊं,
तो होश में हमें ना लाना,
अगर थाम ना पाओ ज़िन्दगी भर,
तो पल भर के लिए हमें ना संभालना।

पर कभी तुम भी चाहो हमें,
तो अपनी चाहत हमसे ना छिपाना,
मैं अगर भूल भी जाऊं,
तो तुम याद जरूर रखना।

की कभी होश खो भी जाऊं,
तो तुम संभाल लेना,
मैं अगर भूल भी जाऊं,
तो तुम याद रखना।

*#satrutheenemy
 Sep 2019 Shruti Dadhich
Empire
there's a cage
or a room
or... something....
can't seem to remember now
it's been so long
since there was light
enough to see by
all i know
is there is no escape
i will stay here
breaking
rotting
dying
i will sit in my sorrow
in this prison
begging
praying
for the mercy
of one
final
breath
I'm so hungry...so I'm drinking coffee
I'm dreaming of California...so I'm flying to NYC
I'm so into him...so will avoid all texts and terraces

Wanting to stay yet not willing to go,
thus staying when needing to scoot

Inescapably too many questions and ideas
Irreversibly too many given facts of lives

When there's a queue one has
to wait, feel free to fill in the rest
brains and minds solved
 Aug 2019 Shruti Dadhich
Kushal
"Are you okay?"

                           I'm always hurt,
                          Always in pain,
                          Every inch of my being
                          writhing.
                          An­d if you could fathom the
                         chaos in my head,
                         So monsterous that I pray you
                        never come to understand it.

                        Every moment of every day my
                        soul cries,
                       And if you looked into my eyes
                       you'd see it all...
                       Everything I hide behind a smile.

"Yeah, I'm fine."
 Aug 2019 Shruti Dadhich
eloïse
come back, please.
i miss you so much.
and i miss the me around you.
I love her.
Just,
Please?
And one fine day,
I saw her departing.
She stood still and calm,
My love that had no life.
In my errands to find her,
And give her life.
Tried to reinstate love in her,
Missed the warmth of her arms.
And love pouring from her words,
Lied meaningless before me.
My head on the coffin of her,
And hopes of her being immortal.
That she would wake up,
To kiss me alive.
She was mortal,
But was so was her love?
This is a poem I dedicate to my Grandma, who left for heavenly abode 4 years back. She is alive in me, and she has taught me the most powerful lesson of life 'Love, and when you love, love unconditionally'.
Our lungs are burning,
Filling with ash,
Burning with greed,
All done for cash.

I think the time has come,
We have to be rash,
Or else we’ll watch as we burn,
And be gone in a flash.

It’s time to get angry,
There’s only one solution,
Let’s yell and take action,
It’s time for a revolution.
as my lover swims
in the blue waters
under the golden Sun
the birds sing a song of love.
she stands alone
perfectly
in a sea of pearls.
the Sun rays shine upon on her milky skin.
Neptune's kingdom was built for her
In case no one gets it,
i collect my excerpts
better
than i spell my prayer.
Spills my personal feelings
and trouble,
longer than i bow
on my knees.

i memorize every shame
and quote it
in a piece of paper,
the same stroke
they did to break
my bones.
Marks down
every of their tone
when i got yelled at,
being degraded.

In case no one gets it,
i use my fingertips to fight.
Being sure of my words,
but never myself.

They can take off my guts,
break down my sanity
into pieces of insecurity.
Yet i’m here to remain bold
until the last spill of ink,
and my pen
can no longer stand.
the battle is in my head

(w.c)
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