Lalit Kumar

Lalit Kumar May 3

I cut my hair today and you'll never know,
I held it together in that salon,
but I cried the whole way home, they told me life would go on,
but I wasn't prepared for what that meant,

crying at every change whether it's your hair or losing friends
you cry because it hits you,
you're still growing up,
and you have to do it now without someone you really loved,

little things will happen,
and big things will too,
and every time I will look to the sky,
and hope you saw them too,
I go over the list in my head every single day,
all of the things you'll never know,

things I'll never get to say, like I cut my hair today,
and when I looked in the mirror,
I loved the girl I'm becoming and hated that you'll never meet her.

#griefandgrowth #healingthroughwords #unspokengoodbyes #silentgrief #loveandloss #growingwithoutyou #griefpoetry #lettinggo #becomingher #thingsyoullneverknow

Lalit Kumar Apr 11

For The One Who'll Stay

I won’t lie to you—
There was a girl once.
Not a fantasy,
but a fire I tried to hold with bare hands.
She didn’t break me,
but loving her made me bleed in verses.

Yes, I wrote poems that smelled like her.
Yes, I smiled at memories I can’t erase.
But no—
She wasn’t you.
She was the storm I mistook for rain.

When you ask me,
"Who was she?"
I won’t flinch.
Because you won’t be standing in her shadow—
you’ll be the light that ends it.

You’ll never have to compete with my past.
You’ll be the reason I finally leave it behind.
You won’t need to fight for a place in my heart—
you’ll walk in and find the room already made.

You see,
she was the chapter that taught me pain.
But you…
You’re the page I’ll never stop rereading.
Not because you’re perfect—
but because you're real.

So when the questions rise in your chest,
when jealousy knocks on your ribs,
just remember:
I’m not here to hide anything.
I’m here to build something
so sacred—
even the past kneels in reverence.

And if I ever look into your eyes and say,
"You're the only one I see,"
know this—
it's not because there were no others...
it's because none of them stayed long enough to become forever.

A heartfelt poem for the one who'll stay — the woman who’ll embrace your past, not fear it. It's a confession from a man who's loved, lost, and learned that real love doesn’t ask you to forget, it asks you to be honest and still stay. This is for every soul who's ever worried that their past might cost them their future.

#fortheonewhowillstay #realloveheals #pastisnottheenemy #unfilteredheart #poetryfromthesoul #whenloveismature #nomoreghostsonlygrowth

Lalit Kumar Apr 8

A Ray I Couldn’t Hold

I saw you again, not in presence, but in light,
A flicker in the reel, a whisper in the night.
Your hands, adjusting your saree with grace,
Unaware, you burned your name on my gaze.

In a crowd of colors, you were the calm,
A breeze in winter, a hush in a psalm.
I laughed at my heart, stubborn and wild,
Still dreaming of you like a foolish child.

They say fate draws lines we cannot bend,
That some stories are not meant to transcend.
But I—
I have danced with the idea of us in my mind,
In a parallel world where rules are kind.

You wore tradition like a crown that day,
And I, a silent poet, looked away.
But in dreams, I held your hand, so light—
Not to keep, just to feel it once right.

They won’t let me call you mine, I know,
Same roots, same echoes, that’s how these go.
But hearts don’t know of caste or clan,
They bloom when they simply can.

So if you ever wonder, even in disguise,
Why a breeze feels familiar, or tears just rise—
Know this:
You were a chapter I couldn’t rewrite,
A light that warmed me… then slipped out of sight.

#unspokenlove #forbiddenfeelings #heartfeltpoetry #loveunsaid #parallelhearts #soulconnections #poetryoftheheart #dreamsanddesires #emotionalverse

Lalit Kumar Apr 7

Encircled

He traced my limits with dripping fate,
A careless god with a water-drawn gate.
I ran in circles—dry shrinking fast,
Each lap a loop, a haunted past.

The lines closed in, the world grew tight,
No sky above, no edge in sight.
Till even breath became a crime,
And drowning felt like passing time.

But something wild refused to die,
Not strength—just rage at a soaking lie.
I kicked the flood, broke rules of grace,
And carved my way through scattered space.

Now here I stand, soaked to skin,
On dry land, breathing in—
Like I was never trapped at all,
Like the flood was just a small downfall

A boy spills water on the ground.
He drags his finger through it, drawing a circle.
An ant gets trapped inside the wet boundary.
It keeps walking, confused, trying to find a way out.
The boy keeps shrinking the space, closing it more with each new water line.
The ant starts circling faster, its dry ground disappearing.
Soon there’s nowhere left to stand—just water.
It struggles, floats a bit, almost drowns.
Then suddenly, it fights back.
Pushes through the water, breaks the trap.
And somehow—it walks out.
Back on dry ground.
Like nothing happened.

#lifemetaphor #antstory #trappedbutnotbroken #survivalmode #drowninginsilence #escapetheloop #mentalstruggles #breakthecycle #pushthroughpain