Do you ever wonder what you could've been?
Do you ever wonder what you could've seen?
Do you ever wonder to come clean?
Do you see what I mean?

"Bois Locker Room"
they call themselves.
Morphing a girl's images,
Concoting **** plans,
Such inhumanitarian
thoughts
in boys so young.

Treating girls like
objects.
As though we don't have feelings,
dignity,
shame.

Put a stop to them, o God.
Give them the worst punishment.
Because a wrongdoing done once is
A mistake.
But a wrong doing done again and again is a crime.

When I'm afraid
your warm hands envelope me.
When I'm happy
your smile brightens me.
When I think of someone I love
your image comes before me.

May we never ever
take life for granted again.

Well, okay I accept defeat
but I would like to say
your lies were pretty neat.

We are so close
yet so far
is this pandemic a strong dose,
or just a lasting scar?

The world's moral compass
has gone awry.

dear harshi,

you
are
NOT
his princess.

you
are
your
own
queen
darling.

he
doesn't
OWN
you to
leave you.

you
own
yourself
to
leave and
move on.

love,
harshi

dear harshi,

You can,
You will.
Believe in
your soul.

You'll have the last laugh.
I promise.
Get up now...
Up
Up
Up...

That's my girl.

Love,
harshi.

A surprise is not a secret,
Well, it is,
But that's just fine,
It keeps you guessing so much,
So stay tuned for mine!

Life is a ferris wheel.
Sometimes up,
Sometimes down.

Why am I always feeling I'm stuck down?

I don't think we are infected by a virus,
Us humans were already infected
by our dangerous mindsets.

I begged and pleaded him to stay,
I said I'd protect him come what may,
I apologised for the smallest things that day,
But he looked at me and said "Go Away".

I cried for a long day,
And all through the nights, all I did was pray,
All I need was that ray,
Which would make me close this wound one day.

I fixed my way,
And stitched my wound that day,
Because I was not his princess, I was my own queen to slay.

And even tomorrow if he comes in my way,
And asks me to stay,
I would remember my tears of that day,
And say,
"Darling, no way."

Night is for visualising the dreams,
Day is for turning them into reality.
Gut nods at the dream,
And mind turns it into a hustling bloodthirstiness.
If life is a red blood cell,
A dream is the haemoglobin.

revenge
is
best
served
cold.

I wrote poetry to forget you;
But why does it hurt me further?

High on demand,
Less in supply.

She walks into a room of men,
They know she means business.
Hierarchy was never an issue,
She stood above them all.

She juggles between Home and Work
She stays up all night
She shows her children how to dream
Whilst completing her own.

When she smiles,
            It's like the roses suddenly bloom
And all happiness is right there.
Yeah, she had that kinda smile
          Which made heads turn
Even from a mile.

"What would you do if you were locked up in a house for months together?"

I would catch up on movies I missed because of my busy life,
I would make new and long-lasting friends,
I would think about what to do next in life,
I would eat all I crave for; maybe even learn to make them,
I would grow beautiful plants,
Maybe try out some yoga,
I would call my parents, my friends, my relatives, and catch up on their lives,
I would stop chasing love, and start chasing the person I want to be,
I would work out and maybe be fit and strong,
I would learn to live simple
I would learn to live,
to get out of the rat race,

I would learn to appreciate
I would learn to never take things for granted.

Like a diamond
she shone amongst all.

But just like a diamond
devouring her
would only do them
more harm.

If i were to describe you
in alliteration
i would say
Dangerous Dream.

We could eat at places,
which are fancy-shmancy,
But you see,
From a mother's hand, even rice,
Is super nice.
It brings smiles on faces.

Shooting stars are just
small aeroplanes.
Glimmering lights of hope
and promises.

When we're in love,
we dream
and daydream
smile
and giggle
to ourselves.

When we're in heartbreak,
we write
some things
we wish we
could've told them.
And that,
my friends,
is poetry.

Poetry is the language of pain.

Look me in the eyes
look if you dare
tell me all your lies
and ask me if I care.

She was like Christmas.
A surprise.

My room has never looked so clean,
And today, I have all the time
To chase that unfinished dream.
I never knew my dad could sing
Until we sang together to his favourite song,
This social distancing
Has given me one brilliant thing
My family.

She was a smooth criminal,
casually stole hearts.
She was lovely peril...

I watched an age old movie with my parents.
I don't remember the joke, but once we started laughing, it was hard to stop.

We would stop, look at each other, and then laugh again.
Our stomachs ached, not of hunger, but of laughter.

I want these times to last forever.

Always missing people
I shouldn't be missing.

Shaky legs,
Sweaty hands.
I know I can,
But my mind says can't.

He was the hero for his daughter,
Faith for his wife,
And strength for his parents.

He ignored her screams,
      And he got his way,
And while she sobs, she dreams,
      To be free some day...

it's surprising
as to
how some people
break hearts
so easily
and walk away
like they've done
absolutely nothing.

Corona
a smouldering flame
engulfing everything, everyone
in its way
with no mercy.

Here we are,
instead of thinking
how to extinguish it,
we're running away.

flames destroy everything,
and fear is like petrol to it.

She was a lava cake.
Bursting with a surprise.
And a magnificent surprise at that.

I gaze, at the empty sky,
dotted with birds here and there,
I breathe the fresh air...
It's like the trees afar are waving at me,
The sun is winking.
I've never appreciated nature this much.

Life was once a grandfather clock.
Tik
Tik
Tik

Somewhere down the line, everything changed. So much so that now it's just


Tik tok.

As I ran my hands over
     The cold wood of her coffin
My hands reached the place
     Her warm heart would have been in.

She broke rules,
She didn't ask for any validation,
And was so fierce,
That the whole world just stood in awe
As they saw her conquer the world.

I am bottled in my home to be safe.
Just like my feelings.

So many unfinished dreams in these eyes,
So many tears; so many cries.
I wonder about how life has gone...
Will my eyes ever see dawn?

Well this isn't a poem
It's just a small goodbye
Its announcement
I'm taking a break from writing
So it's not really goodbye.
I'll be back soon.

He thought he was immortal,
until her smile
killed him.

Your insults
are just like
petrol
to my
gleaming
firey
personality.

Your insults
don't break me.
they make me stronger.

She was the type of girl
      Who'd throw tantrums
Who'd act wild
       She wasn't pretty
Neither mild
        She was full of sass
She knew she would rule.