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9.7k · Oct 2014
kailasha Oct 2014
Look behind me,
I don't have wings
simply a bare back and spine.

But oh, how I wish to fly.
Inspired by what reading means to me. And not being able to read right now because my book was confiscated because I have to study makes me right poetry.
7.3k · May 2014
a world of concrete
kailasha May 2014
we live in a world of concrete
who needs trees anyways?
we're happy with our gases
the ones that suffocate us
but not as much
as the fresh air.
who needs a healthy environment
we have our hospitals
and cures to diseases.
peace of mind?
that's been eradicated completely
and quite successfully might i add.
because life's just not fun
without any complications
and in our case,
they're not even natural.
Sarcasm at its finest, eh?
6.5k · Oct 2014
be lightning
kailasha Oct 2014
be thunder and shout
out those thoughts,
be rain and fall,
fall hard upon the world.
be lightning.
rattle my insides,
shatter my mind
and light up
the entire sky
thoughts that occupy my mind while studying for my physics test. *help*
it's been raining all day long since morning and now it's thundering and i can see the lightning woaaaaaah.
4.0k · Nov 2014
kailasha Nov 2014
It's easy to get obsessed with something
that isn't good for the self.

For me, it was you.

You were that ****** song,
I couldn't get out of my head.
That type of chocolate,
I could never get enough of.
Those hours I overslept.
That escape I found,
every time I wept.

Those day dreams.
Those feelings.
That smile.

None were good for me,
yet that is what I'm craving.
3.0k · Aug 2014
Destruct and Destroy
kailasha Aug 2014

We’ve killed Humanity.
And don’t remember
What it used to be.

We’re surrounded by fights
And nuclear weapons
We’ve killed it.
We’ve killed Peace.

We’ve turned into murderers
Unknowingly, unwillingly,
But now the habit just won’t

It’s become habit to
It’s become nature to
In a really weird mood.
2.8k · May 2014
purple trees
kailasha May 2014
There is a lot I love
About spring and summer,
The warmth, the freedom
From scarves and coats.
The flowers in bloom,
The outdoor pools,
The hot days with ice cream
And cold coffee and slurps.
But most of I all I love the trees in my city,
that sway in the summer wind.
And I can stare at them forever
As my car passes by.
And they are colored not only green
But of many more hues pleasant to my eye.
There are orange, and purple (my favourite ones), and pink.
So when the ground I walk upon
Is littered with these colored petals,
I feel like nature has a lot of beauty to show
But all we do is step on it.
kailasha Nov 2014
A Shoelace Knot (An English Assignment)

A shoelace dangles between my fingers.
It is my gift to you this Valentine.

It's a bit muddy, stinks of sock
and is coloured a fading blue
The aglets still remain, but are worn with use,
something like my feelings for you.

I know you love cheesiness and chocolate,
But accept it, my love, for it belongs to the shoe,
that led me to where you stood.

Tie it around your wrist,
so that I'll stay around you, in your mind,
around your beating pulse,
lest you forget
all the journeys we undertook.

The string is tearing at places,
but we'll just tie a knot again.

We'll be inseparable and true.

I fall with your fall, and you match your footsteps to mine,
because like the tied shoelace,
our lives are tangled and knotted.

Accept my gift, an old shoelace
and tie us together
This is for an English Assignment. I thought I'd upload it earlier, so any suggestions are more than welcome :)
Inspired by Valentine, by Carol Ann Duffy. (That's also the poem we read in class and are supposed to use as our topic).
2.8k · Apr 2014
kailasha Apr 2014
A whirlpool of emotions and thoughts
Swirls in my mind
And I can barely swim on
When confusion reigns
And bewilderness holds
The crown
That is when I pull out my sword.
I must cling
and in no condition leave
That one emotion
which will keep me going on.
which will motivate me
inspire me
and keep me right here
And make me strong.
Yes I'm in the middle of a battle and I fell into a pool or something idk.
2.8k · Mar 2016
coffee and tea
kailasha Mar 2016
i am the poem and the poetess,
with irregular rhyme patterns and
dreams in clouds brewed from midnight coffee.

i am a prose neatly typed out,
handed in ten minutes after the deadline
stained with morning black tea.
student by day, loser by night
kailasha Nov 2014
You know how the sun is always there,
each morning, throughout the day
and makes sure life grows.
and sometimes you want to face it,
with eyes closed
and arms spread out
till a tingle spreads from your fingers
to your insides
and how sometimes the same sun
burns your skin and prickles your mind.

You know how the moon is always so calm,
serene and makes you awestruck
as if it's the reason for the tides
of your heart
how it makes you feel secure and at peace
how it follows your car and keeps looking
out for you wherever you are.
but also how it isn't always there,
or is, but not entirely.

There are different types of love.
2.3k · Nov 2014
Scarred, yet Alive
kailasha Nov 2014
We believe scars are weaknesses.
They are not, they shouldn’t be.
They should be prizes and trophies
To hang on walls and dust everyday
And when someone comes over you can say,
“Look, I was there. I tried, I fought,
and I survived. I lived.
I am alive.”

2.3k · May 2014
kailasha May 2014
The world means nothing compared to you,
Won't you make me feel that way too?
It's for anyone and everyone really.
2.2k · Sep 2014
kailasha Sep 2014
A steaming mug between my hands
Paper littered around me
I sit, forehead creased,
in my balcony.
I see the sky and the ground
and I'm simply floating in between.

Rolling a pen
between my fingers
watching the hills
they look greener than ever
I'd like to sleep
I'd like to read
But homework does
bind me.

This is procrastination,
level: extreme.
A little break, or another one of my little breaks.
I'm also working my bumm off.
Devoir: to do. Also, homework in French.
2.0k · Jun 2015
chills in the air
kailasha Jun 2015
there is something unsettling in the air

maybe it's the sound of thunder rattling the windows,
                               maybe it's the lightning tearing the sky apart
      or the vibration of the earth below my feet, maybe it's her laugh.
                 ­     something is adding to that fire ablaze in my heart.

                                                                ­                  whatever it is *it scares me
Wow the title is sort of ironic. Cuz fire in my heart?
Do I have a heart? Metaphorically speaking of course.

That's a lot of literary devices for one note. Have a good day. Don't let nature scare you.
2.0k · Feb 2016
fly like paper
kailasha Feb 2016
my thoughts are paper planes
that don't seem to see the runways that i drew
on the blank sheets in front of me.
muddled thoughts
2.0k · Nov 2014
Fading Spirit
kailasha Nov 2014
I'm afraid I'll end up living a small life,
in a small place,
and my small dreams
are just what remain.
That when I'm decaying somewhere
far underground and returning
to where I began
All I'll be is a small memory
in just another brain.
The words I've scribbled (or typed)
will all be long gone.
the people I made smile
will be all far away.
I'm afraid of when
my small spirit starts to fade.
I am just sad and hopeless. -.-
1.7k · Oct 2014
Froze the moment
kailasha Oct 2014
You came over and
sat next to me
I froze the moment
and that is where
i'll be.
Did this actually even happen? Nobody knows :P
1.5k · Oct 2016
kailasha Oct 2016
I've heard people who are away from each other say-
"at least we're under the same sky"

but we're not,
because it doesn't rain here the way it does back home,
the sun isn't warm enough to tingle my bones.
the sky here bends to meet buildings and towers,
not the hills and mountains and their wonder

So I say-
*"but we're not. the sky here is different."
college life isn't as fun as i thought it'd be.
1.4k · May 2014
Pretty enough within.
kailasha May 2014
Sometimes I feel comfortable in my body,
and sometimes I feel like ripping off my skin.
At times I like what I see
I like what I wear
but then again at times I feel
like shattering the mirror and
the images in it.
Sometimes I feel like ripping off my hair
removing the fat with my bare hands.
But then I feel stupid for whining about
something so trivial.
because it's the inner beauty that counts
isn't it?
and after that I set off in another trail of despair
am I pretty enough within?
1.4k · Dec 2016
Astronauts, by nikka ursula
kailasha Dec 2016
There are two kinds of space exploration:
One: you do with physics.
The other: you do with poetry.
The best astronauts I know
Defy gravity with words.
And it gives me hope
That maybe I don’t need
12,000 kilonewtons of sheer force
To know the universe where I belong.
will still be attempting to open an astrophysics book this holidays
1.4k · May 2014
I am a lot of things.
kailasha May 2014
I am a lot of things.
But not everything I'd like to be.
And in this I find myself
To be worthless. Boring.

I am not the crashing waves
I'm not the burning fire
Or the rumbling, sturdy ground.
Or the breeze or wind.

Why, oh why, can I not be
Everything that seems so exciting.
Why am I stuck,
In this flesh and blood?
Far away from my dream.
And being me will never be enough.
1.4k · Aug 2014
kailasha Aug 2014
Maybe I wouldn't
mind being myself,
If others didn't have
such a problem with it.
****** poem but hey at least I'm writing again.
1.3k · Nov 2014
Hand Prints
kailasha Nov 2014
I like to believe that ugly hands
can create beautiful things
that they can paint oceans wide and deep
that they can scribble words that make the soul weep.
I like to think that ugly hands,
with darkened knuckles and twisted bones
can make someone want to hold them
and trace patterns, and leave tingling jolts.

This took a different turn than the one intended.
1.3k · Jun 2015
The Art of Ruining
kailasha Jun 2015
Destruction is beautiful when
*you're not the one being destroyed.
1.3k · Nov 2014
kailasha Nov 2014
Did that really happen?
Or was it just me.
Were you just batting your eyelashes
or did you really me?
Is there a reason for
you walking beside me
or is it just our paths coinciding?
Question upon question tower in my mind,
they form headaches,
as well as smiles.

Just a little imagination used.
1.3k · Feb 2016
kailasha Feb 2016
thoughts hang around my head like an itch that won't go away
       and they're *making me scratch my brains out
i hate winter.
1.2k · Apr 2015
January 1, 2015, 2:07 AM
kailasha Apr 2015
I am hopeful,
yet afraid.
I await excitement,
for adrenaline to rush through my veins.
For wind on my face,
also under my cape.
Adventure is calling me,
and I am on my way.
1.2k · Jun 2015
Chained to the Earth
kailasha Jun 2015
I used to look out the window,
and see the city scrawled out beneath me.
I used to see birds fly and imagine myself
with them,
no boundaries to my flight.

Maybe having my head too far up in the clouds,
lifted my feet from the ground.
And as I stood there, gently levitating,
the shaking earth took away everything.

Now, I'm a crumpled mess on the ground.
It hurts my eyes to look up at the sun.
Looking out the window shows only
a brick wall, a barrier to my imagination.

The birds have betrayed me, so has the sky-
the Earth has chained me to herself.
My wings have been ripped off,
even before they ever sprouted.


I wish the earthquake would undo itself.

25.04.15. Tuesday.
1.2k · Sep 2016
Why to Love this Body
kailasha Sep 2016
Part 1

Because I was a part of my mother once,
and her essence is cherry blossoms,
her mind is  streaming warmth
and nothing that is from her can be insignificant.
1.2k · Dec 2014
random error
kailasha Dec 2014
another day
a few more hours
till this time comes again.
look out, for i will make
the same mistakes.
but these errors are not random
they are natural fluctuations.
i am studying for physics bye. #wishmeluck #tears
1.1k · Feb 2016
roses are red
kailasha Feb 2016
I won't be plucking off petals from my rose
like those lovesick Romeos and Juliets on park benches.
I don't need luck and petal symmetry to believe.

I won't litter the petals
like lipstick marks or blood stains on white sheets.
I won't be placing them in a vase half full,
that's temporary.

I have a better plan in mind,
a better way to immortalize
my rose. Deep within a gift,
pressed between pages
is a symbol of your love to me.
1.1k · Apr 2014
Reverie and Rhymes
kailasha Apr 2014
The sun rises each day,
and something within me
Makes me look
for inspiration,
and sometimes even
in desperation,
when there is nothing
I find.
I write these verses
and some of these rhymes
adrift in my mind.
Don't break my reverie,
I like to dream.
Day, night and at other times,
I scream.
Asking for and sinking into
new found insanity.

1.0k · Mar 2016
kailasha Mar 2016
i wish people still wrote letters,

i wish we still penned down our thoughts,
so that your tear stains could guide me to your heart
and the coffee or wine stains to those sleepless nights

so that the scent of the sheet could tell me
what perfume was your new favourite
and your lazy handwriting showed how tired you were

theres so much more of you on paper,
and theres so much of you i miss.
the monthly mail. (message me, i want to make friends)
985 · Dec 2014
kailasha Dec 2014
I'm in the dark deep trenches of self esteem
and have summited the mountain of self hatred.

My head is not an empty box,
my mind does harbour dreams.
I wish for stars and gold
for claps in rhythmic tones

but instead i sit and cry on about
how i just can't.
can't even bother to capitalize my i's anymore
930 · Apr 2016
shaking tragedy
kailasha Apr 2016
i find myself wishing,
that history does not repeat itself.
especially not
on the anniversary of sad events.

since it was almost exactly a year ago
that tragedy struck and lives
came crashing to the ground.

almost a year ago, and i don't want to see
the tears and pain resurface from cracks again.
nepal earthquake - 25th april '15
888 · May 2014
The truth is, I rule me
kailasha May 2014
I am my biggest enemy,
I am my best friend.
I push myself of the ground
And criticize my self.

Then I'm the stretched out hand
Who picks me and brushes me off
I say the words that inspire me
Make me cry at first, and then laugh.

No one can take me away
From the person residing within me.
It tells me what to say,
Also the correct way to behave.
It sees what my eyes see,
it understands what I feel.

The truth is, I rule me.
The truth is, I'm not sure if any of the above makes sense.
824 · Apr 2014
kailasha Apr 2014
We are all so worthless
In this vast world.
with our puny bodies and big dreams,
when we look out into
into the infinity,
don't feel so powerful anymore.
But yet,
every time I look into a soul
I find another world,
another cosmo.
We can hold galaxies in our eyes,
and every imperfection a star,
We can feel as if
we have made a difference,
But not really.
We are yet too small.
You are everything, and yet you are nothing.
811 · Sep 2014
Before i am undone
kailasha Sep 2014
i need to stop leaving
my heart behind
everywhere i go

it may end up inside a volcano, or
be carried around by water's flow

i need to stop leaving
my heart behind

in hands that don't care enough
in places that make me crave return
and the only souvenirs i manage to obtain
are nostalgic memories with nothing to gain
and the remnants of my heart thud and ache
and i don't look forward to another day

i only wake burden

i need to stop leaving
my heart behind

before i am undone.
“I am both happy and sad at the same time, and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.”
― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower
^^ when quotes are relatable.
776 · Nov 2016
kailasha Nov 2016
i was told that she moved like the wind,
and her eyes carried whispers from the ocean that
her hands breathed like the leaves but

it wasn't till i saw her in the lights,
dancing as the music swirled around
speaking like she could chase away sorrows and
singing because the world depended on her words, that

her voice reminded me of the home where i belong.
Runaway - Aurora
770 · Nov 2014
Empty Skies
kailasha Nov 2014
My heart at times
feels like empty skies
devoid of suns and stars.
Painted with clouds,
All the blue thrown out.
Like a slate wiped clean.
Sometimes you feel so much,
that you can feel
no more.
Not cleansed, not neat, not free.
You become
In a very weird mood.
757 · Dec 2015
kailasha Dec 2015
Why do I need to love myself,
when I have your words comforting me
                 like the cup of hot tea in my hands and the blanket around me
                         this cold winter night.
I'm writing poems to you now, but you don't have to know
746 · Oct 2014
Feel Whole
kailasha Oct 2014
Sleep holds no comfort
Burning eyes don't
soothe the soul

Broken and jagged
pieces of me
litter the floor

No poem, no song
no kisses or hug
can make me feel
Please excuse me if it doesn't make much sense.
738 · Jun 2015
far away.
kailasha Jun 2015
I am running away
                               to the edges of the universe

to catch up with my soul.
Wanderlust Extreme.
Pardon my senseless poetry.
733 · Feb 2017
the chinese ballad
kailasha Feb 2017
Let me tell you about that fleeting moment
when I felt an emotion
that I cannot describe.

drowsy and switched on by that little flutter in your heart,
the shine glides across the space
till it has molded the world
around it into warmth.

far enough to be another world, yet just close enough to be real.
the warmth is out of reach now
but we’ll get there someday, soon, but
the metres between turn my sight blue.

his hands twirling her and her hands guiding him,
their movements spell out words and raw beauty.
so while the world falls deaf to my ears and
their shadows dance with them-
I hear echoes of laughter, clinking glass and…love.

I feel it all at once, yet the words escape my mind before I can
make a sound to spit them out, I don’t understand
what this feeling is.

It’s a wish to see that happiness reflect in my life,
a wish to not fear the future.
So I, a boy with the world at my fingertips and
a cloud over my heart,
describe that fleeting moment
in an attempt to understand it.
This poem was inspired by a special moment for a special friend. I did my best to capture his raw emotions and expression into this poem.

If you would like to see the pictures accompanied with the poem, you can visit my brand new blog (and maybe/maybe not follow). Thanks x
696 · Nov 2014
Beyond the Stars
kailasha Nov 2014
Step by step we move forward
Whispers crowd the atmosphere
With fire in our hands
and hearts torn apart
we keep looking ahead
we walk under the stars,
while you are somewhere beyond.
Took part in this silent candle march last Friday for Shaan, a boy who died out of sickness mainly due to the negligence of the hostel where he studied.
686 · Apr 2018
kailasha Apr 2018
april skies have such potential
     and i never understood why they chose to waste
it away on
when instead the sun can become a magician
and radiate wonders when it disappears
just witnessed the first breathtaking sunset of April after a stream of bad weather days
681 · Feb 2017
nature's leftovers
kailasha Feb 2017
the regions that mother nature spares,
the places saved from raging oceans, and trembling grounds,
from erupting fires and disease and drought,

those are for you to go and ****,
with knives and words,
guns, bombs and
those are the regions for humanity to destroy.
is violence human nature?
677 · Sep 2016
you posted a letter
kailasha Sep 2016
Somewhere there is a piece of paper flying over an ocean,
over mountains no one can measure or name,
over houses that haven't felt a heartbeat
in years.

It's a paper with your initials and mine,
a message to me from you.

And while it travels over magic and forgotten adventures,
I sit in anticipation for those strokes of ink
on paper, and the warmth of your fingers
with skylines in my sight.
i have to send out a few postcards.
also the view from my dorm *****. #collegegal
666 · Jan 2017
kailasha Jan 2017
i am surrounded by warm bodies,
but i crave a loving touch.
the world is fast pacing
but i feel like i am stuck.

my stomach isn't doing well, and neither is my brain
                my heart just got up from a  grave, and oh look- it's falling again.
what do i call this state of being?
kailasha Oct 2014
Don't utter a syllable,
it is silence I crave
my head (explodes) and
the mind shouts out
loud enough.

Don't try to make me laugh
I do not wish to be smile
there is darkness in this heart
deep and (expanding out) wide.

Just walk over,
try to not look at me
I (always) look pathetic
Just hold me (tight),
hold my soul together
Seal the cracks and don't
let it spill anymore.

It's all broken,
the mind, the heart and the soul.
(I need help to) Fix it.
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