divya-kaushik - Hello Poetry

I look at your picture A deep rooted memory Rehashing your features Feeling giddy with familiarity I observe your hair A sounding valley Clash of colors With earthy balancing An enriching, warm smile Makes drab walls radiate For all the chips the walls keep Absolute contrast your skin makes Smart and kind eyes Movingly carved face Look inviting for all Needing contact or embrace Relaxed and composed Fresh, appealing attire Dainty like a sandy castle Concealed strength to admire Physical cast aside Perceptible by senses Nimble, tenacious mind Like wind mapping surfaces Compassion, consideration As natural as breathing Spring of kindness Rarely impeded Deep rooted loyalty Veiled gentle protection Ageless controlled fire For those in the sanctum Beneath the drawn armor Lie spots of mischief Hint of adulthood Innocent, questioning beliefs If all goes to ruin You will still be loved All that matters is Existence of and for love.

0

Jun 15, 2020

Jun 15, 2020 at 2:19 AM UTC

divya-kaushik

AJ's Birthday

I look at your picture A deep rooted memory Rehashing your features Feeling giddy with familiarity I observe your hair A sounding valley Clash of colors With earthy balancing An enriching, warm smile Makes drab walls radiate For all the chips the walls keep Absolute contrast your skin makes Smart and kind eyes Movingly carved face Look inviting for all Needing contact or embrace Relaxed and composed Fresh, appealing attire Dainty like a sandy castle Concealed strength to admire Physical cast aside Perceptible by senses Nimble, tenacious mind Like wind mapping surfaces Compassion, consideration As natural as breathing Spring of kindness Rarely impeded Deep rooted loyalty Veiled gentle protection Ageless controlled fire For those in the sanctum Beneath the drawn armor Lie spots of mischief Hint of adulthood Innocent, questioning beliefs If all goes to ruin You will still be loved All that matters is Existence of and for love.

40

You love to get the words out of me The words I wouldn’t use, they sound ***** You love the way I look at you I look into your eyes, and something sets free You love the way I listen to you I remember everything, Mr. Perfect doesn’t We both love crushing I crush on you And you crush me You call me your tomboy And get so possessive You say that you need me And then act submissive I adjust your dresses Sometimes your shoe laces When you keep me waiting I say you are allowed Don’t call me bro Babe, what is the ground We both love crushing I crush on you And you crush me You say you love me Every time you text I say, “I love you” You shoot hearts and rainbows back You want to know about my crushes If I ever loved a girl You wink and dance with me Say I’m the only one to make you twirl We both love crushing I crush on you And you crush me You love when I play gentleman Opening the door Letting you lead Walking you back Paying you heed You gush about my skills The way I move the swords The way I calculate The way I play with words Close discussions and debates And then we discuss How Mr. Perfect and you are hanging We both love crushing I crush on you And you crush me We are best friends And you want us to be, forever You want to hang out And go abroad together I would stand by you In all platonic capacities Even when Mr. Perfect marries you And claims you stupidly We both love crushing I crush on you And you crush me

0

May 25, 2020

May 25, 2020 at 11:39 PM UTC

divya-kaushik

Crushing

You love to get the words out of me The words I wouldn’t use, they sound ***** You love the way I look at you I look into your eyes, and something sets free You love the way I listen to you I remember everything, Mr. Perfect doesn’t We both love crushing I crush on you And you crush me You call me your tomboy And get so possessive You say that you need me And then act submissive I adjust your dresses Sometimes your shoe laces When you keep me waiting I say you are allowed Don’t call me bro Babe, what is the ground We both love crushing I crush on you And you crush me You say you love me Every time you text I say, “I love you” You shoot hearts and rainbows back You want to know about my crushes If I ever loved a girl You wink and dance with me Say I’m the only one to make you twirl We both love crushing I crush on you And you crush me You love when I play gentleman Opening the door Letting you lead Walking you back Paying you heed You gush about my skills The way I move the swords The way I calculate The way I play with words Close discussions and debates And then we discuss How Mr. Perfect and you are hanging We both love crushing I crush on you And you crush me We are best friends And you want us to be, forever You want to hang out And go abroad together I would stand by you In all platonic capacities Even when Mr. Perfect marries you And claims you stupidly We both love crushing I crush on you And you crush me

59

I wonder what beauty is There is no handbook to guide me Is it a certain form, color or smell Or just the receiver bound in spell Is it fair, olive, or pitch dark Does it make feel content, or lights a spark Is it different for humans, animals, and things Does it always blend, or has a contrast Is it different for men, and women Different for canines, and the cats If it is not about the species How would I get the catch Is the difference geographical Standards same across a country Or is the difference a little cultural Changing with festivals, and accessories Is the difference in point of time At times evoking joy, at times hostility Or if the difference is in perception Then why do children smile heartily If reality was saddening And art made it beautiful Would beauty be an illusion And those chasing it, illusory?

0

May 19, 2020

May 19, 2020 at 10:06 AM UTC

divya-kaushik

What is Beauty?

I wonder what beauty is There is no handbook to guide me Is it a certain form, color or smell Or just the receiver bound in spell Is it fair, olive, or pitch dark Does it make feel content, or lights a spark Is it different for humans, animals, and things Does it always blend, or has a contrast Is it different for men, and women Different for canines, and the cats If it is not about the species How would I get the catch Is the difference geographical Standards same across a country Or is the difference a little cultural Changing with festivals, and accessories Is the difference in point of time At times evoking joy, at times hostility Or if the difference is in perception Then why do children smile heartily If reality was saddening And art made it beautiful Would beauty be an illusion And those chasing it, illusory?

24

We don’t talk now I understand you are busy Surprisingly, my mind doesn’t plead Your memories to not become a history My feelings for you play silently Arousing everything but sadness And I wonder why there is no void Why I don’t feel cramped Even with your reflection’s occupancy With you as my guide I discovered the greatness of brains and numbers Honestly, I still feel the awe of it For what use are skills and experiences, if not appreciation I have known being a source of your pride But how come there is such detachment at your end May be your sources kept expanding to the extent That I became a lost fraction of even thousands You gave me your clothes when I was soaked Laughed and gave me directions when I got lost on the road Gave me the stage to show, and to answer I helped your daughter cross French and English waters But I couldn t help her with German How could I draw a map, when I didn't know the land So I was kicked to the curb, to never be contacted You told me to not become a calculator But I don't remember ever being calculative And I never held anything against you For the free and reasonable me would never approve Teachers like you are still the reason I like to be a student, through and through.

0

May 13, 2020

May 13, 2020 at 1:45 AM UTC

divya-kaushik

A Shade of a Teacher's Love

We don’t talk now I understand you are busy Surprisingly, my mind doesn’t plead Your memories to not become a history My feelings for you play silently Arousing everything but sadness And I wonder why there is no void Why I don’t feel cramped Even with your reflection’s occupancy With you as my guide I discovered the greatness of brains and numbers Honestly, I still feel the awe of it For what use are skills and experiences, if not appreciation I have known being a source of your pride But how come there is such detachment at your end May be your sources kept expanding to the extent That I became a lost fraction of even thousands You gave me your clothes when I was soaked Laughed and gave me directions when I got lost on the road Gave me the stage to show, and to answer I helped your daughter cross French and English waters But I couldn t help her with German How could I draw a map, when I didn't know the land So I was kicked to the curb, to never be contacted You told me to not become a calculator But I don't remember ever being calculative And I never held anything against you For the free and reasonable me would never approve Teachers like you are still the reason I like to be a student, through and through.

30

Every time I leave the place I think if it’s the last time mum If I may not make it back at all Or you may not desire my return Every time I cuddle up to you at night I wonder whether in future the bed would be cold If my heart would know my soul If my feet would ever be warm I wonder if I’d have a place at all Every time I eat meals with you I try to cherish every bite, remember the taste For I may never get the chance Once you know the waste I am Every time we talk alone I put a little of me out for you intensely But pull back a whole lot in, out of scrutiny I soften the eventual heartbreak I think Every moment we drift apart I tell you I love you Coz if it’s a goodbye, or the beginning of one for good We would have some memory Laced with love, fear, and pain for me For you, with regret, anger, and love maybe I wonder how the goodbye would be Will you still love me Will you still be proud of me Will you speak with me, or of me If not, will you let me off easily If I live, how good would it be Every time you caress me dad I wonder who you think I am Who the person is you shower your love on Who the person is you speak of so proudly Who the person is, instilling doubt in me Mocking my existence Questioning my worth every second Would you love me, no matter the identity Every time you bring treats for me I wonder if you would let my love materialize If I would get my chance to hold you To be the one to create fragments of joy for you If I would still be welcomed at your place If your arms would still be my niche And not represent the shackles I sometimes imagine them to be Does it make me bad, papa To even imagine you as villain Far from the hero you used to be Every time a father and daughter fill my screen I wonder if we’d have a happy ending If I would be allowed to love, and to live Or traditions would eat me up, inch by inch I wonder how the goodbye would be If you’ll regret my existence Or simply forget me Well you may forgive me And continue to love me I hope you stand up for me When the society stands against me I hope you still hold your head up high When there may not seem to be any reason, but me Proud of the me I will be, the me I am, and the one I used to be In case you don’t, let the goodbye be gentle I may still have somewhere to be Where deafening silence would prevail, of peace and clarity Occasionally disturbed by small cries of a beautiful destiny The walls I built around to keep me safe Don’t promise the things I sometimes crave I look through the window, the knowns and unknowns And at times I can feel the life surge closely The hugs, the smiles, and the experiences go right to my core Trespassing all the atoms of the bricks, holding promise of more But I wish nothing breaks these walls The trade-off of love and safety, I can never knock off Can’t drop it in favor of love, when I know what it costs Helpless gamble for me and love I wonder what the goodbye would be End of the walls, or endless safety.

0

Apr 23, 2020

Apr 23, 2020 at 8:37 AM UTC

divya-kaushik

Goodbye!

Every time I leave the place I think if it’s the last time mum If I may not make it back at all Or you may not desire my return Every time I cuddle up to you at night I wonder whether in future the bed would be cold If my heart would know my soul If my feet would ever be warm I wonder if I’d have a place at all Every time I eat meals with you I try to cherish every bite, remember the taste For I may never get the chance Once you know the waste I am Every time we talk alone I put a little of me out for you intensely But pull back a whole lot in, out of scrutiny I soften the eventual heartbreak I think Every moment we drift apart I tell you I love you Coz if it’s a goodbye, or the beginning of one for good We would have some memory Laced with love, fear, and pain for me For you, with regret, anger, and love maybe I wonder how the goodbye would be Will you still love me Will you still be proud of me Will you speak with me, or of me If not, will you let me off easily If I live, how good would it be Every time you caress me dad I wonder who you think I am Who the person is you shower your love on Who the person is you speak of so proudly Who the person is, instilling doubt in me Mocking my existence Questioning my worth every second Would you love me, no matter the identity Every time you bring treats for me I wonder if you would let my love materialize If I would get my chance to hold you To be the one to create fragments of joy for you If I would still be welcomed at your place If your arms would still be my niche And not represent the shackles I sometimes imagine them to be Does it make me bad, papa To even imagine you as villain Far from the hero you used to be Every time a father and daughter fill my screen I wonder if we’d have a happy ending If I would be allowed to love, and to live Or traditions would eat me up, inch by inch I wonder how the goodbye would be If you’ll regret my existence Or simply forget me Well you may forgive me And continue to love me I hope you stand up for me When the society stands against me I hope you still hold your head up high When there may not seem to be any reason, but me Proud of the me I will be, the me I am, and the one I used to be In case you don’t, let the goodbye be gentle I may still have somewhere to be Where deafening silence would prevail, of peace and clarity Occasionally disturbed by small cries of a beautiful destiny The walls I built around to keep me safe Don’t promise the things I sometimes crave I look through the window, the knowns and unknowns And at times I can feel the life surge closely The hugs, the smiles, and the experiences go right to my core Trespassing all the atoms of the bricks, holding promise of more But I wish nothing breaks these walls The trade-off of love and safety, I can never knock off Can’t drop it in favor of love, when I know what it costs Helpless gamble for me and love I wonder what the goodbye would be End of the walls, or endless safety.

78

I am not broken Just betrayed My little friendship train Got derailed How do you feel? Your libido not in check Our interaction made a mess Distance is what I suggested Now you won't have my back How should I feel? I don't blame you But still it hurts Knowing the moments we shared The distance we fared I just made a fool of myself What did I believe? I can't be a lover But is it fine Shutting me out as a friend Never knew love's confined It used to be omnipresent and divine Why did I equate zero to infinity? Let me tell you straight Love is not restricted To just the role you wanted to play It's the respect, care and understanding For anyone and anything I won't take a detour to irrationality Goodbye and fare well!

0

Sep 11, 2018

Sep 11, 2018 at 2:39 AM UTC

divya-kaushik

Sarcastic Friendship

I am not broken Just betrayed My little friendship train Got derailed How do you feel? Your libido not in check Our interaction made a mess Distance is what I suggested Now you won't have my back How should I feel? I don't blame you But still it hurts Knowing the moments we shared The distance we fared I just made a fool of myself What did I believe? I can't be a lover But is it fine Shutting me out as a friend Never knew love's confined It used to be omnipresent and divine Why did I equate zero to infinity? Let me tell you straight Love is not restricted To just the role you wanted to play It's the respect, care and understanding For anyone and anything I won't take a detour to irrationality Goodbye and fare well!

29

Noble people question my identity I am arrogant, not answerable They say I lack human's entity Something physical, sounds sensible They are noble, I don't question They do look at me with suspicion Think I do not conform to the norms Laugh at my unrealistic intuitions Don't like my love for Thor and thorns They are noble, I don't question 'You are more of a gawk' they say That doesn't disqualify me from being exploited It's saddening to see myself at bay Avoiding my source energy to be safe They are noble, I don't question But my thinking gives me blast Everything around, is just past I am the truth, I will last Who is noble, I need not ask The one who exists

0

Sep 15, 2017

Sep 15, 2017 at 2:36 AM UTC

divya-kaushik

Existence

Noble people question my identity I am arrogant, not answerable They say I lack human's entity Something physical, sounds sensible They are noble, I don't question They do look at me with suspicion Think I do not conform to the norms Laugh at my unrealistic intuitions Don't like my love for Thor and thorns They are noble, I don't question 'You are more of a gawk' they say That doesn't disqualify me from being exploited It's saddening to see myself at bay Avoiding my source energy to be safe They are noble, I don't question But my thinking gives me blast Everything around, is just past I am the truth, I will last Who is noble, I need not ask The one who exists

20

A sharp tickling pleasure throughout the day Your slight appearance on the scene Have you designed the beauty Coz it is just as serene The journey from attachment to love Observing and listening all the time The universe evidences this transformation Are you the one spreading energies of divine Gallons of lemonade for unquenched thirst Your smile does serve the same Experiencing that immaculate beam Anyone can be easily tamed If strides ever try your soul Push them out and give them a blow With you in shade and turmoil The world will lose its glow.

0

Apr 13, 2017

Apr 13, 2017 at 11:41 AM UTC

divya-kaushik

Unraveled Divinity

A sharp tickling pleasure throughout the day Your slight appearance on the scene Have you designed the beauty Coz it is just as serene The journey from attachment to love Observing and listening all the time The universe evidences this transformation Are you the one spreading energies of divine Gallons of lemonade for unquenched thirst Your smile does serve the same Experiencing that immaculate beam Anyone can be easily tamed If strides ever try your soul Push them out and give them a blow With you in shade and turmoil The world will lose its glow.

16

There's an unseen connection You don't see but I feel My retina has your reflection It's a blind yet funny deal I see you when no one's there Even with people around Without touch I get the flair Chasing me as a hound I won't ask for anything But just to see your face A smile from you is something That serves more than an embrace I am an ace with desires With no urge to play rounds No butterflies, there's fire My true love, in you, I found.

0

Mar 18, 2017

Mar 18, 2017 at 12:32 AM UTC

divya-kaushik

Flair In The Air

There's an unseen connection You don't see but I feel My retina has your reflection It's a blind yet funny deal I see you when no one's there Even with people around Without touch I get the flair Chasing me as a hound I won't ask for anything But just to see your face A smile from you is something That serves more than an embrace I am an ace with desires With no urge to play rounds No butterflies, there's fire My true love, in you, I found.

16