I do not know what kills my excitement of the festival.
I do not know who ends the trust once I used to build on someone.
I do not know when love became a synonym for pain and regrets.
I do not know why I laugh so much when it's hard to even smile.
I do not know how I suddenly forget to talk or to answer anyone.


When I anticipate about myself
I have definitely lost myself somewhere

If I were to punch you
I would punch your heart straight not akin you did  because your wound will surely meliorate!!

Look in the ashes,
there is a hidden spark  somewhere,

Now look into my eyes,
what you see is only COLD DUST!!

No one gives a **** what is in your heart until
it comes out from your mouth!

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

It's Not about you forgot to wish me this Friendship day,
it's about you forgot the importance of our bond.

It hurts, it really does.
so, on the so-called day of friendship, I am ending one!!

It's not about I can't text you first Every time,
It's about I can't beg you to stay

so, on the so-called day of friendship, I am ending one!!

#FRIENDSHIPDAYSPECIAL

Thoughts are running through the mind
Controlling my emotions and actions.

Unexpressed thoughts have a tighter grip over my brain than my own self.

This "not so firm" grip is turning into fire
And is slowly slowly burning my emotions into ashes.

This is exactly what happens when I am not able to write.

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?

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

Yes they are sad and perhaps they make people sad too

Few say stay away from negative people, their influence is a curse

Yeah they are like blade they cut flesh and create wounds

Yeah, their talking is alike saltwater on that nasty wound.

If they pour their heart out, they are attention seekers
They are a failure because they can't help themselves from drowning in their own mind.


But are these people different from me and you?

Agreed that the darkest place is always under the burning lamp.

but, the jubilant feeling one gets by burning
his own self to give away the light is peerless!
©yukti

My Pen is filled
with ink and feeling,
It helps me to pour
my heart & helps me in Healing.



My heart skips a beat
when the thought came
in my mind like whine,
what if it denied to drop a line.
©Yukti

We remember the pain but not the happiness.

We remember the results but not the struggle behind that.

We remember the worst but not the best moment.

We remember the adulthood but not the puerility!!

till when I am gonna remain inside a bud
I know the world's influence forces me to be
but God gave me two options
whether to bloom or to die.


I know it is much pain to decide to survive
but how can you see the beautiful corals without a dive?

The heaviness you are feeling inside your chest everyday

Is it because of you are swaying on water
Or is because of the water you are holding under your specs.
The weight of water.

I still hear your flirting voice
In that train journey
You filthy stranger with a breathtaking smile.


Sitting on my seat on my cellphone screen
I suddenly notice a sharp gaze
Oh, it was you
A boy with black dusky hair, in beachy shirt and shorts.


You felt like "a little sun" to me in between those "cold wintery" people
When you spoke, finally breaking the silence.
Your sugary words, made the surrounding smells like a marshmallow.

Your way of talking is too smart as well as silly
Opens a door to a different crazy world forme.
always a very poised girl was laughing like a cute drunkard,
Is that you or your appearance or your voice that makes me high.

I looked for you
In every new person, I met
But as the moon in the early morning,
You had disappeared.


now with the hope, it will be you,
Let's meet strangers, in another train journey to worth remembering.

Sometimes you have
no one to tell what
you are feeling inside;

Or

Sometimes you have
everybody but not words
to share your feeling!!

My journey towards you
is like a *****.

Everytime I thought to
run away from you
I ended up slipping  
in your arms..❤❤

Like a bird he flies
to achieve his desire
high in the sky.

I stayed stand on the
Ground,
Keeping his desires in my heart!

The fate of every tear is to fall
But it was my curse
that every drop could not even crawl!!

do not make
too many memories
with someone.

Their absence
will eat you
from inside!!

Day to day I am getting confused
The metaphor of future haunts me in my head.

I do not know why I am poised towards the scary future letting my present unseen!

Walking in the rain, without an umbrella
Such nights can be Therapy or suffering

For my body, this is the remedy
Every drop soaks my skin, helps me feel.
the serenity of dripping water is like chill runs through my spine.
mazarine color of sky relaxed my heavily breathing body.





For my soul, it is the misery
Amplifying even every tiny pain,
The Rain havoc and its thundering noise
annihilates the existence of the surrounding world.
Screams of my tormented spirit are becoming audible to me.
The scars gifted from this world started bleeding again.

what if I stopped believing in you ??

All your blessings will turn into a curse.
All your sympathy will make me worse.

What if You mold my heart of glass accordingly,

All my life I will remain coward.
All my self-love will be shattered.


What if I will be happy seeing you leaving

All our love will be till the dawn.
All our special bond will be broken down..

What if you would be the toxic water poured over a flower like me.

While I lay quiet still in the dark
Ashes of my cigarette
Spread all around in the ground


While I lay quiet still in the dark
I think that maybe I am that touch
Of wind that destroys the castle of cards.



While I lay quiet still in the dark
Eyes closed and slowly sipping wine
With fingers moving on the rim of the glass.

©yukti

.................................
You and I are like,
Red lipstick and a girl's lips.
A piece of lime and tequila's nips..

Cup of coffee and "The fault in our stars".
A candlelight dinner and you with a guitar.

Dried soil and the first drop of rain.
Morning tea with Rainbow and dinner with  Fountain..

full moon night and desert sand.
‎you and I are like a strand♥♥

आंधियों की आँखों में कही
एक शांत नीला सा आसमाँ देखा है.,
गहरे समुंदर के दिलों में कही
एक सुनहरी सुबह सा आकाश देखा है.


बेशुमार चलती सड़कों पर कोई
अकेला सा इंसान देखा है,
अनंत सितारों से भरे आकाश
में गहरा सा अंधकार देखा है.


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