You look at me so mysteriously
As if there is some substance in my soul
I am scared because I know I am so flawed
I laugh it away to distract and repulse your wonder
You sound so calm, as in early morning gentle rain
And your smell travels faster than the wet soil
I roll my fingers in your grains, in your grass
"What a beauty", so unattainable, I close my eyes
You too, are like a statistician, waiting for the final significance
I feel some unsaid words, like the birds sensing a storm
Where do we go from here?
What if we die just looking at each other?
Jul 22, 2025
Jul 22, 2025 at 7:31 PM UTC
I apologize for liking you on Hinge purely on intuition
It hurts to admit I mistook your kindness as a door open for my wonder
I’m sorry I yearned for you from the day I heard your most gentle voice
From the day we first met, when I tried to find you in the parking lot of a cinema, in the rain
Dearest,
I was up too many mornings, counting minutes from 6 a.m.
At the time you wake, even on Saturdays and Sundays
I secretly wish you slept more, to comfort the chest of my anticipation
I’m sorry to have learned your schedule, purely out of care, and also romance.
I honestly promise I do not stalk,
except through invisible feelings,
except through the way a body shows without touching or words without telling
But I’m sorry that I find your perfectly correct grammar in texts quite irritating.
Your composition too sensible and unbelievable
Your ignorance towards me, too hurting
I feel too jealous because you might never think of me in a soft pink light
Or because you might actually never think of me in any light
I’m very sorry however, as I think of you too frequently,
and I don’t know when that will end
It isn’t your fault.
This is surely, absolutely on me
for I know I lack colors
Both in flesh and feelings
As there are plenty of fish on Hinge; so open to the ocean of your eyes
I should be no obstacle to your perfect match and mutual passion
I regret swimming in the river of my endless, unrequited sea
I regret to have had this sort of courage with only you, which is oddly shocking
I’m sorry to bother you when I reach out to say hi,
Because I carefully try to calibrate that weekly
I’m sorry for the hundreds of times I believed
there might be one-tenth of a chance
Of me and you,
in an alternative universe
where I might deserve you
Maybe?
And I apologize again for always bringing up movies with you, in sense and nonsense
Because I am unable to tell you what I want to
As my 29-year-old stupid inhibitions play around
I apologize if I behave disturbingly distant,
but I will always be curious about your birds, and your neck that hurts
As you can clearly see,
I am sorry for innumerable things
But
I am never sorry to have met you
I am never sorry to think of you, and write of you
I see you
in colors of pink, red, and yellow,
in colors of blue and sea
in embrace of distance and memory
I just wanted to put this all out
in any way
Let this be a digital ship-in-a-bottle,
in the middle of a vast ocean
Jul 16, 2025
Jul 16, 2025 at 2:50 AM UTC
Oh wet soil
I yearn to be consumed by you
I yearn to bury myself inside you
As there is no greater romance than freedom
I yearn to free myself inside your moist and warm belonging
I want to smell the unmodified uncapitalized brittle molecules
I want to bury my face inside you and shriek
I might stop when I am breathless, I beg you to please understand me
Oh wet soil
Enriched with the blood of Bhagat and his brothers and lovers
I want you to set me free so I can die with comfort
Thought of death has become too frequent yet unaffordable
I want you to invite me
Let me inside your air conditioning
Thrill me, hug me and take me away from my owners
I want to enter you and rest my tired soul
Oh wet soil
My father calls me a thankless child
But I think death of my soul is an absolute death for me
Hang me, my cowardice, my lifeless unkind limp body
Apr 12, 2025
Apr 12, 2025 at 10:43 PM UTC
I am sick because of you both
Every particulate matter in my body
Every day of my life
I will blame you both
For my unending sadness
And because I have some heart
Some to keep me alive
Some to care for the gift of life
I can never tell you how I feel
But I blame your ignorance and cruelty
And also because
I have some spirit in me
I did not and do not want to die yet
Even if I hate myself
More than I have come to despise you
I regret at my nomadic life
Why did I leave myself to escape you?
Because after all the pain and fire
It feels like you never left
As I keep trying to crawl away
There is no air to breath
There is no help in sight
There no hope rope to grab
I await my courage
To let me go
Feb 6, 2025
Feb 6, 2025 at 2:05 AM UTC
Keep them with you
I know how hard you want them exposed
Keep it inside you
Even if it's impossible to survive in their lap
Keep it tightened, very tight
One day when you burst
One day you will definitely burst
The world will hear
So, for now, keep it down
And even if anyone cares now
It is too late
Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 3:08 PM UTC
A frustrated affair
Runs through history
The pages burnt
The purity reclaimed
Wars wherein millions burn
The victory declared in the end
Based on who killed more
Where did people die more
The bodies with bullets
Buried in pits and crossed
The bodies where survivors
Put roses at the foot end
A frustrated affair
Coincided the deaths
As death scatters skulls in dust
As death never forgets to come
The bodies which speak of love
Ambitious, power greedy bodies
Directing the soldier bodies
To rip the flesh of common bodies
Thereall bodies and bodies and bodies
A single seed of an idea in the body
The color of the body
The money, the gender
The lover of the body
A frustrated affair
Ignored through time
And instead make kids rot the fabricated
The ones that are written to make sense
To propagate the falsehood
To sympathize with one of the prejudices
Each word, each man, each activity
Each death a matyrdom
Each comrade a traitor
Each lover a promiscuous animal
Each freedom a madness
Each tear a lie
Each word stinks of cold decaying humanity
A frustrated affair
In the present
Soon to be a history
Soon forgotten
Lost in old newsletters
The deaths; simple, complex, accidents
What is then but now
What is not now, will never be
What never will be is the existence
Of truth and honesty, of life and prosperity
The humans populating
The humans killing
That is a prominent animal behaviour, but
Isn't ten percent our cerebral capacity?
PK
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 2:42 PM UTC
I love you because
Love has come to me
Through you
Love was lying somewhere
In an undiscovered space
Love came after the shower
Of your casual asteroid arrival
Love was that explosion
My new place of habitat
I love you because
Love is a simple word
And still holds a plenty meanings
Love is a that soft whisper
You make for no one to know
Love is the complex of feelings
That has left me sick with syndromes
Love is the word I cannot find
When I want to acknowledge you
I love you because
Love has meant respect to me
And I respect men and women
Love with its idiopathy and passion
Has made me a mystic-romantic
The eyes of men, the hands of women
The shirts, skirts, the sweats, perfumes
Since my love can't be held in a person
I hold a billion people inside you
I love you because
I let you go
I found your existence
In the deepest pits of my darkest days
So, I had to tear your idea
But let you hang in paper pieces
Far away in my head
The clutches of my solitude
Scared me I guess
And because I love you
I had to save you
I love you because
Yesterday, I thought about you
Yesterday, I was so in love with you
Yesterday, I was so jealous of you
Yesterday, I wanted to be with you
Yesterday, I suddenly hated you
But hate is love spilled
And hence I love you more
But thence, I also hate you
And with each lovepoem
More I write, more I love you
Pk
May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 1:31 PM UTC
I do not belong
In the convents
The wheat, is on me, everywhere
And a foreign language, inside me
Fields of uncertainity on me
They feed, they grow inside me
I think I do not belong
In the convents
Where do I belong? Who am I?
Smell my armpits, that must be I
I lust on my mother's language
I lust to find acceptance of me
I do not belong
In the convents
Am I sorry for my government ?
Am I sorry for myself ?
I crave the vision of unseen fields
I argue for the unaccredited history
But I know I do not belong
In these convents
Pk
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 4:12 AM UTC
How can someone,
As old, as wise, as a tree
As near as my breath
As for me, as I am for me
Hate me, disgust me ?
For my germinating mind
Was a failure
For my insecurity baited
That silly child
Suddenly, so sudden
It guided my mouth
To blurt out
A blurred nonsense
No sense in time, for a person
But how can that arrow
Be so swift and sharp
So precisely on target ?
How hate just clouds years of love ?
Like there was never any sun
Every moment defying nature
Announcing pain
Days, years, gone by
Pk
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 12:40 PM UTC
When your pen falls
From your book into your lap
It is just near your stomach
And then slips swiftly towards your flank
And you try to hold it, catch it,
Milliseconds only and you are anxious
Oh! You hear this peculiar sound
A short soft metalic ringing
Gone! Under the chair or somewhere
You have to rearrange yourself
From the extreme comfort of your posture
To pick up that nasty pen
You have to look at your days
Calculate every bit of their occurence
Try to prevent but still those pens fall
Pk
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 9:28 AM UTC