Khushi Batra Aug 8
There is something about this miraculous sea,
Dexterously painting the sky with different shades,
Entwining the clouds and sun simultaneously,
Clumping the small granules together to form a grandiose castle,
Singing lullabies with its shimmering waves,

A divine abode.
A utopian paradise.

-Khushi :)
Khushi Batra Aug 6
Alive but barely breathing,
Fracturing the backbone of hope; lynching majestically beneath the shell,
I scream to get all the happiness out of my system.

Death despoils like a famished brute on my frame;
Caressing my body soothingly.
I slide, only to feel my wounds leaking,
I slide, to feel that uncanny sensation again.

Alive but barely breathing.
Waiting for the god of death to pay me a visit,
As he is the only one who can clutch me through this.
-Khushi:)
Khushi Batra Aug 4
Drops of blood, sprayed like water on a rainy day.
Deafening silence echoing in the precarious sedentary walls,
Light blue sky diminishing into a desolate,
Evil laughter follows in my ear, making my eardrums bleed.
Fear conquers my determination,
Encompassing me with defeat and decay.
Dread boiled over my sorrow,
And I run back to my room,
Seeing four beautiful words on my bloodied mirror.

YOUR END IS HERE.

-Khushi
Khushi Batra Jun 27
Darkness wriggles in my body like grape vines,
With their skin not so pellucid
And eyes all bloodshot,
They cosset my body gently,
Only to inspect my phizog bounteous with torment.

Bucketing their malevolence charisma into me,
They beam.
I could feel my heart crushing
And my breath slowing down.
I try to breathe
Only to find myself
Choking into the deadly littoral of darkness.
-Khushi:)
Khushi Batra Jun 25
With quiescence parroting
and an achromic sheet ensconcing your frame
the padre chants
only to ausculate your loved ones sniffle.
I watched you being buried.
deeper
and
deeper.

a friend, a brother, a lover and a son.

now,
Resting in an array of stars
waiting for the sun to rise in the
high northern sky.
-Khushi :’)
Khushi Batra May 31
Dear naani ma,
I’ll always remember the stories you told, the cakes you baked and the laughs we shared. I still chuckle out loud, at the memory when you were trying the new recipe and I insisted on doing the frosting, on those cupcakes, and later on, we had a food fight. How much I miss those days, when I was able to run back to you, whenever, I fought with my siblings! I’ll always miss our adventurous trips. I laugh at that day, when you encouraged me to ride on that roller coaster and later on, you yourself, backed out. Even today, I see your knitting needles lying carelessly on your dressing table.
Your room still smells of you and your comforting scent. I miss you so much that whenever a song comes on the radio, I get reminded of our car karaoke sessions. Now, whenever I go to the park, and see someone picking up flowers, I can’t help and wonder if you’d come back. I’m writing this to let you know that I miss you, I miss your smile, your laugh, your scent, your dishes, your words and of course you. Thank you for teaching me how to love and care, thank you for giving birth to my mother. Thank you for being you. I hope we meet again, one day, among the clouds or between the waves. May your soul rest in peace!
Love,
Khushi:)
i miss her so much, i feel like crying, omg
Khushi Batra May 31
It’s about that moment,
Walking in the hallway,
Smiling at each other,
And that rushed “Hello”.

It’s about that moment,
Strolling at a park,
And looking into each other’s eyes,
And that amazed, “Fancy seeing you here”.

It’s about that moment,
Buying a coffee,
And asking for a change
And that surprised, “Thank you”.

It’s all about that moment,
The moment destined to be,
You and I.
-Khushi :)
i know, it's pathetic, but idk why, i really wanted to post this one!
thanks for reading! love and kisses!
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