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Jul 2020 · 584
Keerthi Kishor Jul 2020
is a four letter word.
So is pain.
So is life.
Jun 2020 · 366
Keerthi Kishor Jun 2020
When I was five
I heard the word No
for the first time from my Mother.
The little rebel in me said to myself
I can’t wait to grow up,
to be taken seriously, to be treated equally,
change myself completely.
So that I won’t have to take
No for an answer.

When I was fifteen
I heard the word No from my crush.
The hopeless romantic in me said to myself
I can’t wait to grow up,
get a job, make a career,
change my life completely.
So that I won’t have to take
No for an answer.

When I was twenty five
I heard the word No from my boss.
The dreamer in me said to myself
may be I should move on, settle down,
change my life completely.
So that I won’t have to take
No for an answer.

When I was thirty five
I heard the word No from my kids.
I took a pause and said No
back to them for the first time.
Wow, did it feel good.
May be I should say No more often.

And my life has never been the same ever since.
“No - is a very powerful word.
The sooner you practice to say that out in your life, the better it is. Your life will turn around to be great.”
Based on a conversation, with a friend's mother.
May 2020 · 400
Tell me
Keerthi Kishor May 2020
What is a writer without whimsy,
an artist without arrogance,
a poet without pain?
May 2020 · 473
Keerthi Kishor May 2020
Not all artists are broken.

They paint with colours
drawn from their memories to
empty canvases.

They sculpt figurines
out of their flesh and bones.

They bleed out words
into beautiful prose and poetry.

They create symphonies
with the gentle swish of their wands.

Their steps beat synonymously
with their heart.

Not all artists are broken.
They take all their pain and
turn it to something beautiful.
It’s magic.
And everyone has a little bit of magic in them one way or the other.
May 2020 · 1.5k
The life of a poet.
Keerthi Kishor May 2020
Being a poet
is both a pain and a privilege.

All you do is
bleed your emotions
on a thousand pages
while people sing your praises
for ages.
Only a poet will understand.
Jan 2020 · 261
Story of my sad life
Jan 2020 · 615
Keerthi Kishor Jan 2020
Fall but don’t break.
Cry but don’t stop trying.
P.S: The only motivation you need in your life.
Keerthi Kishor Jan 2020
What have I become?
How did I end up here?
What did I do to deserve this?
One day I might find the answers.
Keerthi Kishor Nov 2019
A lion’s mane would’ve been permed,
zebra would be all white,
spotted leopard would’ve been spotless,
an orangutan would have blonde hair,
an elephant’s tusk would’ve been whiter,
rhinoceros would’ve had smooth skin,
hippos would’ve been skinny,
raccoons wouldn’t have had dark circles.
Need I go on?
Animal planet would’ve been rather boring to watch!
Nov 2019 · 485
Keerthi Kishor Nov 2019
His face, the sun.
Never get too close or
you could burn to ashes.
His smile, the moon.
You could lose yourself
in its charm forever.
His eyes, twinkling stars.
You could stare at them for long and
never lose hope.
His kiss, thousand galaxies.
Makes you wonder and
never wander back.
P.S: “A very hypothetical him.”
Nov 2019 · 155
Somebody else.
Keerthi Kishor Nov 2019
Eventually, we all become somebody else.

Some become the fathers they wished
to have had in their childhood.

Others become the mothers
they despised growing up.

Some become the friends
they kept a rat race with.

And some others become
the man or woman
they want to marry.
But you’ll get tired of it sooner or later.
Nov 2019 · 222
You stupid, stupid heart.
Keerthi Kishor Nov 2019
You stupid, stupid heart.
You just had one job.
Pump blood that’s all.

Instead you had to mess it up.
Catch feelings, get carried away,
break and weep.

Brain asked me to warn you,
to hold your pace or else
to make you think of the last time
when you got stomped upon,
got shattered into pieces,
going after something that wasn’t
yours to keep.

To remember how much you cried
and almost died beating for someone
who wasn’t yours to hold onto.

You stupid, stupid heart.
Why would you turn yourself cold?
But most importantly when will you ever learn?
P.S: Brain says it’s never going to stop beating for the wrong ones.
Sep 2019 · 831
Teacher’s Day
Keerthi Kishor Sep 2019
Dear Life,

Happy Teacher’s Day.
Thank you for being an amazing teacher.
But too bad, that I’m just an average student.
Sep 2019 · 394
Room - A sacred space
Keerthi Kishor Sep 2019
If you want to get into someone’s head,
Have a sneak peek on slices of his life,

Get into his room.
Because personal space don’t lie.
Sep 2019 · 251
Keerthi Kishor Sep 2019
You meet two kinds of people
in life.

The one that would ask you to dim your light.
The one that would want you to shine even bright.

Choose to be with the latter,
it’s better.

I hope you know that already.
I really do hope so.
Aug 2019 · 254
Keerthi Kishor Aug 2019
It’s funny how
certain faces you see,
places you’ll be,
aroma of the air around you,
a random déjà vu,
how familiar the food tastes,
the warmth of embraces,
voices and noises
can take you to
a specific place, time, a moment
in your life, long forgotten.
“It’s a privilege I take to reconnect myself with the idea of a home, that only exists in my memory now.”
Jul 2019 · 185
Circus of life
Keerthi Kishor Jul 2019
Today I woke up
But tomorrow I want to
go back to sleep  
Currently dangling on the rope living to die & dying to live.
Jul 2019 · 229
Keerthi Kishor Jul 2019
Sometimes the best you can see is when you have your eyes closed.
The best conversations come out of
The best ideas evolve from the corners
of a mad brain.
Art arises from pain.
True love can happen from a broken heart.
And broken souls shine better.
Happiness happen from solitude.
Keerthi Kishor Jul 2019
Oh, I remember that happy child.

The one who believed that simplicity was the utmost delight.

The one who was not afraid to fall, fall and fall again until she could get up on her feet right.

The one who had the thirst to explore or unravel the secrets of even the darkest night.

The one who never shied away from anything and everything that made her heart light.

The one who was filled with hopes and dreams of meeting her shining knight.

The one whose smile was bright and laugh had a hint of daylight.

The one who wasn’t afraid to tell the world from what’s wrong or right.

The one who wanted to conquer hearts, to tell them countless stories of her might.

The one who never gave up on herself or the ones she loved without putting up a fight.

And tonight at the silence of these wee hours I sit and write

Wondering whatever happened to
that happy child.
Also when will she be back?
Feb 2019 · 340
Buried, Alive.
Keerthi Kishor Feb 2019
If I'm dead tomorrow
I want my body to be laid peacefully
on soft green grass.
I want vines to run through my veins.
I want flowers to grow out of my heart
and bloom across my lungs.
I want to create a garden with the aroma
that reminds you of the earth kissed by rain.
With every breath I take,
I want to create a new life.
I want to paint a new picture.
I want to design a new symphony.
Through them, I want to see
the moving clouds, passing birds,
and butterflies.
And slow dance with the wind,
gaze at countless stars
and breathe, once again.
Till you decide to walk all over me,
grind me, and smother me
back to the dirt where
I shall lay awake waiting to feel alive,
once again.
"I want to be buried alive by love, by hate and by everything in between."
Jan 2019 · 762
Keerthi Kishor Jan 2019
I miss waking up to the smell of your delicious pancakes.
Sweetly covered in maple syrup.
And the sweetest smile you served with it.

Now all I can wake up to
is to the smell of burnt breakfast.
Sugarcoated with cooked up lies.
That I keep feeding myself to stay alive.
“What did I ever do to deserve this?”
Jan 2019 · 1.5k
Keerthi Kishor Jan 2019
Like an iceberg you hit me.
Sinking me down to the darkest abyss.
Revealing just your icy tip.
Leaving me wondering what lies beneath.
“Call me Titanic. The one that fell for your flawless tricks.”
Sep 2018 · 630
Keerthi Kishor Sep 2018
Darling it’s a cruel cruel world out there,
one that thrives on danger and despair.
And you’re neither a victim nor a prey,
but the one that bears the mark of a survivor.
“So be proud of who you are and keep your head ******* high.”
Aug 2018 · 2.9k
Keerthi Kishor Aug 2018
Unluckily, not every frog you kiss turns into a Prince Charming.
"Frogs are frogs. Period."
Aug 2018 · 323
Keerthi Kishor Aug 2018
Everything I felt,
And everything you made me feel
was a perfect illusion.
"And a **** good one."
Jul 2018 · 522
Keerthi Kishor Jul 2018
It's funny how I have this constant, deep passionate urge to keep losing myself under the influence of alcohol and drugs.
And I have no shame in surrendering my mind and body to all sorts of addictions that has been killing me softly for all these years.
What I don't understand, however, is how much I've come to hate the idea of losing myself under someone's else's true love spell.
"What's wrong with me?"
Jul 2018 · 1.2k
Keerthi Kishor Jul 2018
I've been loved.
I've been lost.
But never have I ever loved and lost myself this way.
"Never, ever."
Jul 2018 · 557
Big talk.
Keerthi Kishor Jul 2018
I feel that 'Growing up' is the only mistake I ever did.
"And not letting go."
Jul 2018 · 379
c'est la vie
Keerthi Kishor Jul 2018
People come
People go.
But their words will stay with you
only to haunt you out of the blue.
"Take deep breaths, pause. Smile and let go."
Apr 2018 · 441
I wish.
Keerthi Kishor Apr 2018
I wish I hadn't known love like this.
I wish I hadn't known this pain.
I wish somebody had warned me that this thing I felt for him was not exactly what he had, to give back.
I wish somebody had stopped me from giving it my all.
I wish somebody had smothered me rather than see me fall in love.
I wish.
"Oh, how I wish."
Apr 2018 · 437
The other woman.
Keerthi Kishor Apr 2018
I am the other woman.

The kind you think you never want to fall in love with.
The kind you've told yourself not to tangle or tamper with.
The kind that you compete with but cannot put up with.
The kind that you dream of but doesn't deserve to be with.
Apr 2018 · 400
Keerthi Kishor Apr 2018
Between all the could-haves and would-haves,
here I stand empty.
Apr 2018 · 1.1k
Keerthi Kishor Apr 2018
Every time he opened his mouth,
it was either to kiss or to lie.
Eventually, I got sick of both.
Apr 2018 · 832
A note to my Best friend
Keerthi Kishor Apr 2018
My dearest Jocelyn,

The very thoughts of you make me Homesick.
It's just as beautiful as miserable it sounds.
"Happy Birthday, Beautiful."
Apr 2018 · 480
Dear Asifa
Keerthi Kishor Apr 2018
I'm sorry this ever happened to you.
I'm sorry you were just an 8 year old, so full of life and you didn't deserve this pain.
I'm sorry those pedophilic pigs preyed on your innocence.
I'm sorry you were born in India- a country powered by people, pioneered by strong men of principles but still feel powerless to protect its own people.
I'm sorry our laws are enforced to protect the lawless.
I'm sorry there is a *****, so possessed by religion out there who passed a mean comment on you.
I'm sorry there are countless many who favors his opinion strongly.
I'm sorry none of us could protect you or bring you back to life.
I'm sorry that I can only hope hell does exist and those men do rot in its deepest pits.
I'm sorry all of us can only sympathize and none of us can empathize.
I'm sorry I have no voice of my own.
I'm sorry my child, I truly am because you were born a girl.
I'm sorry to say how lucky I feel to be alive, that my sister or mother or friends are unpolluted and still breathing just fine.
I'm sorry this poem is pointless as the many hashtags that come and go after each **** but I had to write this for my own peace of mind.
I'm sorry as I can only sit back and pray there won't be anymore Asifas.
"I know I won't be able to sleep peacefully if I won't let this out of my chest. This poem is an apology to 8-year-old Asifa who was brutally gang-***** and killed in my own country, recently. I feel agitated as a female, disheartened as a woman, shameful as a citizen and feel powerless as a human being. I'm sorry Asifa, rest in peace."
Apr 2018 · 346
Keerthi Kishor Apr 2018
Take me to a land,
where memories never fade,
moments last forever,
summers never end,
where happiness isn't a choice
and sadness ceases to exist.

Take me back to a time,
when everything was perfect,
you and I made much sense,
when silent kisses were a bliss,
and love was at the top of my priority list.
"Never, ever land."
Apr 2018 · 1.5k
Keerthi Kishor Apr 2018
A woman bleeds every month
not by her choice
but because she was biologically programmed that way.
So I'm sure a small heartbreak
is nothing she can't possibly handle
or get over with,
with time.
"Like menstrual cramps, they too shall pass."
Mar 2018 · 330
Keerthi Kishor Mar 2018
Once I step outside,
the first thing I do is look at every faces that pass by and wonder
"What are their stories?" after all.
"Yes, I do that. I do that a lot."
Mar 2018 · 1.6k
Each day is Our day.
Keerthi Kishor Mar 2018
We differ in our bodies.

We differ in our shapes, our sizes.

We differ in our race, our religion.

We differ in our color, our language.

We differ in our qualifications, our occupations.

We are different.

We differ by all means.

Yet we are all the same.

We smile alike, breathe alike and feel alike.

Our hearts beat in the same rhythm.

Our beauty lies skin deep.

We differ in everything yet we are all the same.

Bonded by the same emotions, born out of love.

Our strength infinite, our souls unburned.

We are capable of love, war and everything in between.

So stand united, cease every **** day.

Together let’s show the world how to make each day Our day.
"Go Girl power."
Mar 2018 · 5.6k
Scarred for Life
Keerthi Kishor Mar 2018
We all bear scars in one way or other.
Some from loving someone too deeply and some others from losing someone or something that you cared too much for.
Some scars are intentional while some others exist for stupid silly reasons.
Some we are but some we are not so proud of.

I have scars all over my body.
All over my mind and all over my soul.

I have scars on my brain due to over thinking and over analyzing incidents that haven’t even happened yet.

I have scars on my eyes for shutting it more often, for being blind to things that should’ve been taken care of.

I have scars on my nose from all those endless snobs and sniffles from my horrifying past relationships.

I have scars on my mouth from speaking the truth, only the truth and nothing but the truth.

I have scars on my neck from getting choked up on false love and fake proposals.

I have scars on my shoulders from lifting up responsibilities that I was accustomed to from an early age.

I have scars on my hands from holding onto things that weren’t supposed to be mine from the very start.

I have scars on my chest from my ice cold heart that has been stomped over and over multiple times.

I have scars on my lungs from the “occasional” stress buster cigarettes that I am addicted to every now and then.

I have scars on my stomach from one too many butterflies that flew when we first met.

I have scars on my legs from running, miles away from people and that place I used to call home.

I have scars on my skin from the many tattoos I got done that helps me reassure my self-worth.

I have scars on my soul from trying hard to pull myself together, calm me down and compose myself through the rampant storm that’s been raging in my life.

I have all these scars. All of them.
And they don’t scare me now even though they hurt like hell, at times.
They’ve become a part of me and looking back, they are just reminders of who I was, what I have been through my life and the person it has made me become.
They don’t scare me anymore because they define who I am now.

A survivor.
"So tell me what scars do you bear?"
Mar 2018 · 1.7k
Happy Women's Day
Keerthi Kishor Mar 2018
Maya Angelou
Frida Kahlo
Helen Keller
Amelia Earhart
Madame Curie
Mother Teresa
Marilyn Monroe
Meryl Streep

"Ready to make a difference? Go Girl power."
Mar 2018 · 532
A Short Love Story
Keerthi Kishor Mar 2018
He blew a kiss.
I fired a shot.
End of the story.
"Eh, not in the mood for love."
Mar 2018 · 22.7k
Trust issues
Keerthi Kishor Mar 2018
When I was five,
my mother told me I was loved.
Years later, she asked me to leave because
I was the reminder of the gruesome past that haunted her.

When I was ten,
my father told me he believed in me.
Years later, he refused to accompany me because
I was an embarrassment to him in front of the society.

When I was fifteen,
my friends told me I was funny.
Years later, they all laughed at me because
I was the gullible teenager who fell for their flawless façade.

When I was twenty,
this guy said I was beautiful.
Years later, he trashed me, tormented me because
I was ignorant enough to overlook my inevitable flaws.

So, sorry for not believing in you,
for questioning your intentions, inclusively, in-depth
when you told me you loved me because
I didn’t want to wind up years later,
learning it the hard way that people often don’t mean what they say.
"Pistanthrophobia is just not everyone's cup of tea."
Feb 2018 · 321
Beautiful Things
Keerthi Kishor Feb 2018
The world is full of beautiful things.
Like You, Me and
that one song from our playlist
that we haven't have played yet.
"Go ahead and play that song. That song deserves to be played."
Feb 2018 · 387
2 A.M. Conversations
Keerthi Kishor Feb 2018
Dear Mirror,

It's  my bad luck that
you are just as broken as
I am.
Feb 2018 · 608
Keerthi Kishor Feb 2018
But how can someone
fall in love with the Moon
knowing it has a darker side?
"There isn't much choice, is there?"
Feb 2018 · 334
Be You.
Keerthi Kishor Feb 2018
You are not the movies you see
You are not the music you groove to
You are not the food you eat
You are not the people you talk to
You are not the clothes you wear
You are not the words you swear
You are neither stupid nor ugly
You are neither too skinny nor too chubby
You are neither too perfect nor a defect
You are not a puppet or a muppet
You are not who others want you to be
And you are not someone society compels you to be.
You are not society's stereotype.
You are not going to let anyone label you.

You are you.
You are something much beyond.
"A lesson I have been trying to teach myself for over a long time now, 'Know your Worth'."
Feb 2018 · 772
I am Storm.
Keerthi Kishor Feb 2018
I have been quiet for a long time.
But that doesn't give you the right to take my silence for granted or to taunt me, torture me or traumatize me even.
For there is always a calm before the storm and
I don't intend to say that I carry a storm inside me or with me
because I am one.
"The title says it all."
Feb 2018 · 344
I'm fine.
Keerthi Kishor Feb 2018
For once in my life,
if someone asks me "Are you ok?"
I want to reply "Yes, I'm fine!" with a smile
and really mean it that time.
"The story of my life."
Feb 2018 · 259
An Enquiry
Keerthi Kishor Feb 2018
What do you see when you look at me?

Brown hair
Short, Fair
Curvy around the edges
Lipstick shade everyone judges
Comfortable wear, totes, and wedges
Uneven nail ridges, mascara smudges
Goofy mannerisms, a subject of criticism
prodigy of individualism with a slight tinge of feminism
Smart, Cute
an acute brute or a complete hoot
a witch, a narcissistic *****
or yet another girl you can easily ditch
Incredible, gullible
Adorable or terrible
Cold-hearted, Introverted
or easily outsmarted
the biggest smile you’ve ever seen
the one who addresses herself as the Queen
Kind, mean or everything in between.

What do you see when you look at me?
"Because I am none of the above. Yet all of the above."
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