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Kaashvi Jain Jan 2020
Hiding them
Under the cloak
Of perfection
Securing them
Deep inside me
Like a secret
Never to be found
Burying them
In the grave
Of my heart
Defining myself
As the
Ideal one
But now
Its time To break the laws
And To flaunt your flaws.
Kaashvi Jain Jan 2020
Hiding them
Under the cloak
Of perfection
Securing them
Deep inside me
Like a secret
Never to be found
Burying them
In the grave
Of my heart
Defining myself
As the
Perfect one.
But now
Its time To break the laws
And To flaunt your flaws.
Kaashvi Jain Jan 2020
My heart aches in pain
My body shudders every time
I think of you
Biting on my skin
Coercing through every bit of it

I can still
Feel Your hand
Going through every inch
Of my skin
Exposing thousands
Of my secrets

Oh! I feel
Like I don't
Belong to this body of mine
As if you
Made it impure
By those ***** eyes

Those red marks still remind me
Of how hopeless I was that night
Your hands etched on my mouth
Trying to keep me silent
Making me numb
Of numerous feelings
As you fulfilled those ***** dreams
And left me
With endless
Unnerving dreams.
Kaashvi Jain Jan 2020
Thousands of feelings
Pinch me
Every time
I feel
Like crying
To bed Every Night
But
Now I have switched
It all down
Because I have turned
Numb heart now.
Kaashvi Jain Jan 2020
What is darkness?
The lonely world around you
Or just the demons inside you?

What is darkness?
The people not investing hope in you
Or just your self confidence dragging you?

What is darkness?
Blaming God for making a mess like you
Or just your vulnerable soul sympathizing you?

What is darkness?
The light that you can't find in you
Or just your inner self doubting you?
Kaashvi Jain Jan 2020
In those vibrant smiles
In those truthful lies
In those pretended alrights
In those quiet fights
I am there.
Inside those gloomy eyes
Inside that happy disguise
I am there.
But now
Now I can't do it anymore.
Coz there's only loneliness
Sorrow
And pain
Behind the mask of life.
Kaashvi Jain Jan 2020
The world changes
With a gust of air
As I walk down
The once familiar roads
Where I used to
Run around the uncle's field
And pick one of those alluring
Yellow flowers
Then get thrilled by the
Shout of the sweetvendor
All the children ran to him
As he filled the tummies of the insolvent
Those evocations
Are now effaced
Instead there are
Tall structures
Peckish creatures
****** hands
As I try to recollect
The crooked house
Across the street
Where I spent my precious years
Is now gone.

— The End —