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A bumbling corner of serendipity
A cacophony of words, pretty and true..
A duality of strength and palpable soft
All that makes a girl like you.

Is it the food, the drink, the story
Is it the fast but slow flow of time..
That makes the natural end of the date
Feel like an abruptly committed crime.

Or is it the coming of the heartless city..
Into a thriving living breathing being..
For you being in the midst of it all..
A beautiful example of an earthling.

For all my week is certainly made..
There seems to be nothing left to rue..
A Saturday morning soothed my heart..
When...when I met a girl like you.
Sanchari Ghosh Apr 2023
I waited for you...
After we agreed to never speak again..
After we agreed we don't belong together
After we agreed our lives are divergent.
I waited for you...
After we cried and stopped crying..
After we laughed and stopped laughing..
After we spoke and stopped speaking.
I waited for you..
After we fell out of us..
After you started building walls..
After I started bringing bricks.

Half a decade..
And I waited for you.
As you put an ocean between us.

And someday we would have a universe between us.
And my voice won't reach you through space.
And all that will be left..is vast nothingness...
Choking exhausting nothingness...
And I would still be waiting for you.
Sanchari Ghosh Feb 2022
I have been running
In the rain..
Towards a wall with spikes..
My feet draw red.
On the mountain road..
We used to come here for hikes.

I see flowers
You used to pick
Scattered on tattered rocks..
The stale wind pierces
The flesh of my face
Its your kisses it mocks.

My ankles hurt
Your back is long gone..
To give me a joyous ride..
I swallow the pain..
I close my eyes..
Your face in my head, my guide.

I am inches away
I can taste the blood..
The seconds stretch to hours..
And the world slows down..
I know its the end..
Yet it doesn't scare, it empowers.

Then I hit the wall...
I die, I hang..
A few feet off the ground..
My fish eyes fixed
On our road below..
I hope I will see you around.
Sanchari Ghosh Jan 2022
Phantom hands on my earth
Exploring crevices deep within
Phantom eyes on my lanes
Phantom fingers creeping in.

Phantom kisses and phantom breath
On my neck, on my breast
Phantom bite marks on my fields
Planting weeds on my chest.

Phantom laughters, phantom curses
I open my mouth, phantom screams
My earth slumbers in a phantom home
With true nightmares, phantom dreams.
This one goes out to the tortured souls out there. I know it's not easy to forget unwanted touch. Stay strong. 💪
Sanchari Ghosh Apr 2021
It felt essential. Does that make sense? That moment there was begging for it. I would have regretted not pressing my lips on yours if i hadn't done that. So  we can say it was born out of need. My entirety needed to kiss you. And then that need sprouted wings and grew into luxury. And then it transcended into a skin tingling sensation that I find hard to explain. That is where I pulled away. My body was ready for it...my soul wasn't....
Sanchari Ghosh Apr 2021
Not a word to the summer breezes..
That ruffle through my clothes..
Hanging on my innocuous balcony...
Not a word to the half read books..
Lying on my overcrowded bed..
Waiting for me to paint their stories...
Not a word to the whisper of love..
Buzzing through my phone..
Asking for affection in return.
Not a word to the winding alleys..
Of the unknown city..
That I now call home...
Not a word to the stuff toys..
Sitting on my couch..
Begging for a snuggle...
Not a word to the half eaten chocolate bar...
Or the half drawn doodle...
Or the half written note..

No one needs to know.
I am leaving.
I will let them know when I am long gone
And the world finds out.
Sanchari Ghosh Nov 2020
Where your fingers can touch the wind..
And your tongue can taste the sea..
Away from the roads...away from you..
Hidden in the shadows of solitude..
Maybe sleeping on the edge of a mountain..
Broken, but at peace I will be.
In the name of all the love..
Will you someday come find me?
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