Muskan Kapoor

Muskan Kapoor Feb 2018

Watch

“It is stuck at 5 o’clock”
The first time I went
to the hill
to witness the rise
of that yellow and red thing
in the sky.
Vibrant it was.
And when the tears came,
I can’t say.
It was peaceful.
Knowing that I was a witness
to such a beauty
to such a phenomenon of nature
was in itself too much.
And that’s when I noticed
that my watch is stuck
on 5 o’clock.
Maybe it wanted to
capture that serene moment
in itself forever.
And it’s been 7 years when I went there.
I never went back
because once was too overwhelming
and that is why I never corrected my watch
and I carry it around with me
all the time
cause it’s a reminder
that whenever something too bad will happen
there is a place I can go
to run away
from the demons.

©anothergirlwithfantasies

Muskan Kapoor Feb 2018

chosen one

"his twinkling emerald eyes, meet mine"

And when I turn back
the first thing I see
were his eyes
eyes shining like stars
his emerald eyes
which looked straight at me
with a force
I’ve never before felt.
And in that moment,
I knew
he was my chosen one.

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Muskan Kapoor Feb 2018

******

"i was ****** on satin sheets"

She was a ******* storm
in the bed.
The girl who wore nerdy glasses
and plaid skirts
****** me rough
on the black satin sheets.
She was like a dream
that night,
a dream that I have been
thinking about
since that exotic
lip-wetting chocolaty night.
No woman ever
had the pleasure
of bringing me to my knees,
she did, that too
from afar.
In a world of
expensive cars and motor bikes,
she was a cycle,
preferred by few,
like me.
She didn’t just
grabbed my hair,
she grabbed my heart
in her little fist.
But in the end
she managed to do
what none could,
penetrate the wall
separating me and myself.

#poetry #words #sixword #****** #writer

Muskan Kapoor Feb 2018

lol

he: i love you.
i laughed

His actions were not matching with his words.
His “I love you” was just words, empty words.
So What .
I laughed at his effort.
His effort to persuade me with his hollow heart and desolate words.

#loveyou #laughter #poetry #words #writer

Muskan Kapoor Feb 2018

mystery

"there is this mystery about me"

I wear two layers of skin
to protect myself
from the taints of his hand
on my curve-less
silky skin.

The thickness of my skin
is not just food
it’s a mixture of
pain and fear.

Fear of being touched
forced me
to hide the real me
and paint myself
in dark colours.

The fat I wear
is not a mistake
it’s my choice.

When he touched me
he told me
“don’t tease me by being beautiful”
so I decided beautiful isn’t
meant for me.

I covered myself
with a layer of doubt
then I wrapped up
a layer of dust
along with a layer of
self doubt and fat.

And this all
turned me
into a chubby
undesirable person.

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Muskan Kapoor Feb 2018

small town

unknown people
unknown minds
known hearts

It was neither the people
Nor the small cafe’s
In this small town
Which made me
Feel like
Home.
One step in this dreamy
Place, with hundreds of
Trees all around
And uncanny spots.
The city couldn’t
Hold me in her
Huge arms,
So I stepped back
And came here.
The regular diners,
The same faces everyday,
Gossip flowing like wind
In autumn,
But it felt more and more
Like I was meant for it
Because the hearts of people
In this small town
Were still painted red,
Not black with a tint of grey,
Like city people.
It was neither the people
Nor the small cafe’s
In this small town
Which made me
Feel like
Home.

#smalltown #small #town #writer #poetry #sixword

Muskan Kapoor Feb 2018

secret

On deathbed she said, " I... I..."

One moment she had her whole life to live, and another, a car came and took the life out of her.
While dying, she was muttering something.
She was letting people know, her ***** little secret.
But her throat halted her words.
For the first time, words left her.
But someone knew her secret.
Not her diary, a person knew.
Her parent’s well of tears was denying to be dried up.
And I never cried a single tear.
No, I loved my sister. But the shock of it all depraved me of liquid drops.
The shock, that she is no more.
The shock, that she didn’t even got a chance to utter her last words.
The shock, that she died carrying a secret burden on her shoulders.
Her diary gave me another shock.
She loved me.
No no.
Not as a brother.
I was her crush.
And this she never told another soul.
Under the pressure of society,
she didn’t say a word.
She secretly gutted herself.
I cannot fathom why she ever loved me.
But I understand.
Maybe if I knew,
I would have acted upon it.
That’s hypothetical.
But now, her secret is mine.

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