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ishaan khandpur Apr 2019
Jealousy is a part of love.
It is love, it's the hymn of emotion.
A true devotion.
You don't truly love someone,
If you don't own them.

She has to be yours and yours alone.
Completely. It's the only way she'll love you.
And only you. No one else, but you.
It's your ticket to forever, hidden in each other.

Otherwise what are you really?
Friends? Lovers? Just lost in each other.
But is that so bad?

Are we needed to be one? A single soul?
Made from different clay combined into one mold.
Are we to loose ourselves, our loves our hates.
To match one another.

Love is fleeting and in that it's right.
It comes and goes and comes again.
But is it love, if it has to be held tight?
With no space for more, all sunlight gone.

Remove the world from a newborn's sight,
And you'll be the only world the baby can find.
Love isn't gripping, it's not of a single shape.
Love is forever flowing, it's free to find it's form.

I love you my darling. I love you my friend.
I love you forever. I love you just for today.
I love you as a woman. I love you as a girlfriend.
I love you as an enemy. I love you as a stranger,
That I'll never meet again.
ishaan khandpur Apr 2019
We started a journey, a life
It was something of beauty.
An explosion that gave birth to a star.
There was love all around us,
And we created it all.

We walked with a smile,
Through every door,
We brightened lives,
And not just our own.
We merged together,
Two parts of one soul.

We drew it out,
Longer than most,
Our smiles were real,
Our passion showed.
Distance was a concept,
We didn't quite know.

But love is fickle,
Like a candle flame,
Its needs to nurtured,
And fueled to live.
And as colours grew,
To a lighter shade,
The autumn of love,
Came to shed it's weight.

Our passion's bright,
Our love is real,
But instances dictate,
And convenience creeps.
We do what we do,
And we'll do it forever,
But somewhere there,
The candle will flicker.

Our hearts will ache,
Our  adoration suffer,
We'll question love,
And pray for winter.
We'll hibernate alone,
And wonder what if,
We end it all,
And start all over again.

There's something I've lost,
And something I've found,
Experiences taught,
And my world turned upside down.
I don't know if what I do is right,
And I'm questioning myself with every swipe right.

We're so far in and yet so out,
We're completely undiscovered,
Yet bored of each other,
Forever seems long,
Tomorrow seems longer,
When did distances stop being measured in miles?

I finally get,
What the world always shouts,
My naivety of youth,
No longer stands out,
I'd rather swim with a large school of fish,
It's painful to lie yet we do it everyday.

Love isn't forever,
It's not meant to be,
They're just four letters,
It's just infatuation what we feel.
Tolerance is appreciated,
And content is better than wonder.
We'll only be happy,
If we have no expectations of of each other.

I'll call it off in my head,
Yet the coward in me,
Will never let you leave,
I'm sorry if I hold you,
A little too tight,
It might be my last,
And it could all end with a goodnight.
ishaan khandpur Mar 2019
Tragedy.
It's a beautiful word.
It's poetic silence,
A tribulation that makes for wonderful beginnings.
Like Juliet's death that spurned many a love stories.

Travesty.
It's a parley of hate,
Love through pain,
And words that gain,
More power than we know what to do with.

Daze.
Everyday. Every morning. Every night.
A breath of reality without you.
An understanding of corporeality.
Not far from your nightmares.

Reality.
Hateful. Painful. Resentful.
A motion without an end.
A function without an objective.
A grind towards uncertainty.

Tomorrow.
A new hope. A factual lie.
An unbelievable promise.
A filter from and dissemblement towards...
Tragedy, Travesty, Daze and Reality.
ishaan khandpur Feb 2019
We found some rope.
So we tied a knot,
In the hope we'll last forever.

But we tied it wrong,
Now our necks are bound,
A noose keeps us together.
ishaan khandpur Feb 2019
Silent words are not just an oxymoron,
They're a belief in conversations not yet had,
The poetic voices that otherwise never get a voice,
The unsung songs that match the raindrop's beat.

Silent words are more than just unsung lores,
They're the march of a new generation,
Ready to challenge convention and beat its own path,
They're the tomorrow we dreamed of brought to life,
Just not yet spoke.

Silent words are more than just amorous songs,
They're an undiscovered passion aching from the heart,
The fight you're ready to fight even if it takes you down,
They're the cove of emotions which lay undiscovered,
Just not yet disclosed.

Silent words are more than just un-walked roads,
They're the offbeat paths aching for discovery,
The side of the compass that's got no name,
The walkway through the stars in the bright morning light,
Just not yet paved.

Silent words are more than just thoughts,
They're the undisturbed beauty found only in silence,
Through boredom without distractions,
They're dreams in the daytime with eyes wide open.

Silent words are louder than any of those spoken.
ishaan khandpur Feb 2019
As we walked down,
The valley of despair.
We found the prettiest,
Flowers blooming their.

Loneliness is love,
To an unfilled soul.
Passion is lust,
To a hopeless sod.

The siren's song,
Like pollen flows.
Calling us over,
To an unwanted forever.

Words on paper,
Kept out in the rain.
This love is forever,
Stuck together with tape.

Colours shine bright,
Blinding us in the belief,
That hope will come tomorrow,
But the sun never sets below our knees.

Hope lies alluring,
Like a rainbow in the sky,
Pretty from a distance,
Disappearing from our sight.

We take this step,
One last time.
Walking in together,
Into the great divide.
ishaan khandpur Jan 2019
Forgive me
You've heard it enough.
Forgive me
Said more often than love.
Forgive me
Has lost its charm.
Forgive me
Your patience is done.

Forgive me
I've taken you for a ride
Forgive me
Our life's become mine.
Forgive me
For the promises I broke.
Forgive me
For ******* your soul.

Forgive me
For making you part of the crowd
Forgive me
For all the lost phone calls
Forgive me
For the insecurities that I create
Forgive me
For my cowardice ways.

Forgive me
That cacophonic chant.
Forgive me
You can't hear it anymore.
Forgive me
Love has lost it's hold
Forgive me
You said as you walked out the door.
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