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YUKTI Jul 2019
The inertia is killing me

Not only because things didn't turn out as I planned
But I have started losing hope for my peace
Or I shall work more hard before things I hold would get a release.

Will I be ever able to see the road I am walking with this existing fog around me,
Or this blurred vision would decrease all my chance to see?
YUKTI May 2019
It's okay to feel sad
Trust me it's not that bad
It means you are healing
Because you started feeling.

It's okay to trace
fingers on your blister
It is evidence of your
strength that you foster.

It's okay to stand single
Being in the crowd can be a tingle
Hate from unknown hurts, its true,
But love from known can destroy you.
YUKTI May 2019
If I could paint my thought bubbles.
They will be full of color no bleaker.

I would use pastels for my dreams
&Some darker strokes of grey for good reality

If I could write my thought bubbles
They will be full of happiness and positivity.

I would write in calligraphy for beautiful destiny
& Highlight things are deserved.

I wish I could built my thought bubble.
©yukti
YUKTI Apr 2019
Sometimes all I want to hear is
Move on baby, we will back you up.

Sometimes all I want to know is
You are here being a rock to cover me up

sometimes all I want to be recalled is
stick around for the rainbow to come after the painful rain.

Sometimes all I want to have a sleep
It can be in bed with roses or a well-decorated coffin.
©yukti
YUKTI Mar 2019
I used to play Holi
I remember when my mum painted my moustache in my sleep and I woke up laughing,
starting like this, ending with fun and tons of laughter and memories!!
Those days were good and stress-free!
Then with childhood, my affection for holy ended.

By the way happy Holi to all !!
YUKTI Mar 2019
I met a broken soul with a happy face
A hint of sadness in her is not easy to trace.
Are there any amends for what we did to her
or maybe any pang of grief just gets blur.

Call her brave or coward is nearly bygones
now she left the place where she used to belong.

she now became the last ray before sunset
nearly drift off, when she feels herself like a threat.
©yukti
YUKTI Feb 2019
she is like the word everyone
puts in dotted lines in the fill in the blanks..
That word completes the sentence and gives it a meaning,
but remains a gap filler!
©yukti
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