#littlethings
When you're going through your everyday
The things you see don't mind to stay
The trees alongside the road
The wind that blows
Houses in your neighborhood
The alone person who stood
I'd help him if I could
The ignorance of my adulthood
The people who surround me
Like background noise
The fish in this big sea
The shouting boys
I'm too busy on myself
I forget to see beyond
And as I look at the bookshelf
I take a book with a cover of blonde
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 2:19 PM UTC
For me, happiness lies in—
a cozy quiet corner with coffee, a gentle breeze,
sunflowers by the window,
and a fictional book in hand.
Lying under a dark sky full of stars,
soft music playing,
the calm essence of flowers in the terrace garden.
A random train journey
with comfortable people around,
destination unknown,
trusting it to become another beautiful memory.
Sitting on a swing on the terrace,
under passing clouds,
watching the sun set after flirting with the sky
and turning it all red.
Walking barefoot on damp sand,
waves chasing and touching gently—
one hand holding my footwear,
the other wrapped around someone I trust’s arm.
A peaceful temple
with no gossiping crowd,
no forceful rituals, no rush—
just quiet devotion, soft chants,
and a corner to sit and admire God.
Shopping freely—
no salespersons around,
no suggestions, no judgments
on colors or sizes.
Exercising or doing yoga together
on the balcony
or on soft garden grass.
Apr 19
Apr 19, 2026 at 1:09 AM UTC
Despite war,
life goes on.
There are happy people
and sad people.
Everywhere
people.
And somewhere in time,
somewhere in space,
two "enemies" will meet.
Two lifelong neighbours,
divided by a stupid,
dangerous, fictional line.
It will be
a moonless night
when this happens.
One of them
will be crying,
sitting on a bench.
The other, drawn by
the unfamiliar sound,
will approach.
And they, both sad,
will make each other
slightly less sad—
perhaps even happy.
The next day,
in memory,
that stranger on the bench
or the one who came
and hugged them
will be
just a shadow—
someone they'll never know.
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 2:18 PM UTC
I like the time it takes to get somewhere.
I like the moment in the end, before the song switches.
I like the way eyes search before they land on them.
I like the discussions on the night before we leave the town.
I like the words in my mind before they flow out like this.
I like the scent of the Earth between a downpour and daylight.
I like the moment of silence before everyone bursts out laughing.
I like the way sky looks after the sun sets and before the moon appears.
I like the second after saying bye when no one has moved yet.
I like the moment before a secret is shared, the flutter before a confession.
I like the seconds before a candid photo, when everyone's still busy being themselves.
I like the space between apology and forgiveness, when the world feels softer somehow.
I like the in-betweens -
the not-yet and the almost,
they never stay for long, but feel like home;
they remind me that life doesn't rush.
Oct 20, 2025
Oct 20, 2025 at 12:33 AM UTC
before these clothes of mine get on the floor,
just look at me
for a little longer—
just a little.
and maybe
you’ll notice the way
my eyes light up
whenever i see my favorite kind of math problems
or the way
i would start stretching out my fingers,
when they feel "a bit weird.”
before it all unfolds,
just look at me,
observe me,
and maybe
just maybe
you’ll notice
every little thing about me
before anything else.
Oct 5, 2025
Oct 5, 2025 at 2:22 AM UTC
Not only your beloved persons or unrequiteds,
But that kid that always sits across the cafeteria with their head buried in their sketchbook.
That old man flipping through the contents of the half-abandoned little library.
The boy resisting the leer of sleep as he nods of on the bus,
And the lady that walks her dog as the sun meets the horizon.
Remember to love long hot showers,
The moments of serenity between wake and sleep.
Dancing with young children,
or listening to their plotless stories.
The last period of an essay.
Late nights writing poetry.
Most importantly,
Remember to love
yourself.
Feb 20, 2025
Feb 20, 2025 at 11:34 PM UTC
and I stare out of the window
as the sunlight hits the car
see the shadows on the mountains
now they're closer, now they're far
Oct 5, 2024
Oct 5, 2024 at 9:30 AM UTC
The first bite of a Mallomar,
Crunching like a boot,
On a fresh sheet of snow.
The sip of Ginger Ale,
On crushed ice,
With the squeeze of a lemon wedge
The smell of crisp Autumn air,
In September,
Just before the leaves change.
A puff of rich tobacco,
Rolled in Maduro,
With a glass of Scotch.
A salty, fatty, crispy steak,
Dripping of meat juice,
As it swims in steak sauce.
The lips of a beautiful woman,
Inside and out,
Pressing up against mine.
My fingers flicking,
Through fresh paper,
Of a brand new hardcover.
The feeling you get,
When seeing prints developed,
From your own 35mm roll of film.
A big, salty, garlicky pickle,
After a deli sandwich,
On a Saturday afternoon.
The palette punch,
Of a salt and vinegar chip,
From a fresh bag.
Looking at all that gives me joy,
One can see the truth,
In the meaning of life.
Little things,
Oh so grand,
In a world of big woes.
Nov 2, 2023
Nov 2, 2023 at 9:57 PM UTC
Standing on the balcony, that seems like it was made for you and me
A litte bit drunk, a litte tipsy
None of us knew how magical it would be
Underneath the umbrella that's too small for the both of us
Getting soaked in the rain
A little bit of a fun, a little bit of pain
This girl is driving me insane
Without talking to her, the day seems incomplete
A little bit of **** a little bit of sweet
This girl makes my heart skip a beat
She is immensely special, if only she could see
A little bit of distance, A little intimacy
These are the moments between me and she
Nov 10, 2021
Nov 10, 2021 at 6:21 PM UTC
Each time I return to the market
I bring home with me
two bouquets of fresh flowers
to fill a vase found long ago
in childhood with my loved ones in Mexico
Another
from a shop near by, once meant for tea
A porcelain elephant
now holds cold water for fresh flowers
Jun 7, 2021
Jun 7, 2021 at 8:45 PM UTC
I told him:
Making me happy is not easy
Since my happiness hides
Between the smallest details
In the tones of my favorite song from the next car window
Under the buttons of my sky-blue dress
In how berries taste after 18 hours of work
In strangers smiles and between the lines of my beloved ones letters
Under the golden rays and on the iced cotton *****
In things that can’t be sold or purchased, but made and felt.
Apr 30, 2021
Apr 30, 2021 at 11:10 PM UTC
Go,tell your mom how beautiful she looks,
wearing an apron and chopping a tomato
or simply just adore the way she cooks.
Go,tell a knock-knock joke to your dad
or start a tickle fight with baseless laughter so tight,
but take a picture, while he laughs like a little child
because this magical moment would be the only reason you smiled.
Just sit with your grandparents for a while when they tell you,
all the embarrassing childhood things that you did
go knitting and gardening with your grandma today,
or just paint her nails, while she tells you her young age tales.
Go,tell your siblings how supportive they've been;
maybe in growing up or a career to begin,
maybe by giving a much needed Choco chip ice cream after a breakup or just a shoulder to lean.
Reminisce those beautiful old days with your friends over your go-to chai ki tapri
thank them for always sticking around
may it be
from the first day at school, the endless gossips, the after class fun ,college fests to a legit job interview
Celebrate when your friend's youtube channel hits1k,
appreciate them when they bake a cake for the first time,
listen up while they tell you something very dear,
dance and sing with them while they are ******* euphoric.
just be with them in their thicks and thins and remember how they have been there too.
because amidst the hustle,
our hearts will only be pacified by these little gestures, small appreciations and the feeling of being connected to the people we love,
maybe its about loving and showing love that our hearts will always crave for.
-vanshita gogri
Mar 14, 2021
Mar 14, 2021 at 12:50 AM UTC
it's so hard to find happiness
with everything going on.
we realize we took things
for granted while we had them.
so when something makes you
happy or excited,
enjoy it no matter
how small it may seem.
Mar 11, 2021
Mar 11, 2021 at 9:52 PM UTC
i love when you notice something
you don't expect to
like the little gold flecks
in someone's dark blue eyes
or the way someone's eyes
light up when they see someone they love
or hear their favorite song
those are the things
that make me happy that i'm alive
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 8:17 PM UTC
Your little things like dancing while eating something good
Are the things that hurt me more than it should
So please I can't take it anymore you are too precious to be in this world
Don't get lost, don't feel upset
Know that there are people who loves you
I know I can't be there to personally console you and thats the biggest deal breaker to not to feel the physical comfort of someone's love
But I'll support you and love you no matter where you are no matter where I am
Nov 20, 2020
Nov 20, 2020 at 8:49 AM UTC
Remember every now and then
to redress the balance and acknowledge
that there are hedgehogs,
cooked breakfasts,
stomach aches from laughing
and the dumb comfort of an afternoon snooze
Oct 11, 2020
Oct 11, 2020 at 11:00 AM UTC
Why is it that
being childish
is always discouraged
why can't people
embrace
the child inside them
why can't people
just see the magic
around them
like a child does
why can't people
love a the
little things of this world
Oct 3, 2020
Oct 3, 2020 at 1:12 PM UTC
Every little thing around, a piece of poetry.
Identifying its right form, a life's mystery.
Blending ourselves into its verses, a task that needs mastery.
Singing it aloud and heartily, a great victory.
Sep 10, 2020
Sep 10, 2020 at 2:26 AM UTC
Cheer up now, being too little in the eyes of people is nothing compared to what your thumb can do,
Always remember that you can make a moon disappear at the back of your thumb in just a wink of an eye.
So when you feel that you're of less importance, that's nothing to be really scared of.
There are few things little things that we don't often see its worth but cause unimaginable destruction, Just like how a tiny dew drop
and a distant sun ray from the sun can burn a whole forest.
Sep 5, 2020
Sep 5, 2020 at 10:21 PM UTC
I planted a seedling
Thoughtless, unplanned, without a care
Now a magnificent tree
Brightening the dark forest of my memories
Standing tall, pine needles displayed
In rain or shine, winter or blaze
Maybe I’ll plant more friends for her
Or maybe she’ll be set on fire
But I hope after living my life
A colorful forest of trees is what I’ll find.
Aug 27, 2020
Aug 27, 2020 at 1:19 AM UTC
You know that
There are always
Stars
Even when the clouds
Are most dense
But they will always
Go away eventually
Sometimes you have to
Stop
And remember things
Like these
Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 6:35 PM UTC
I was going to compose a parallel poem
mirroring the ways you show you care
but you have made it evident
that I will never be your home.
You would
thoughtfully answer my never-ending stream of questions
carry me to bed with a blissful blanket of sleep and softness
grant me the honor of wearing anything you owned, and smile at my choices
actively correspond with me, more in the span of a few weeks than your standard for a lifetime
trust me to take care of your bright-green banana-of-a-boy
assist and twist and crack my spine further
track and plot my heartrate to find a trend in tempo and tone
and always provide the nearness I need to breathe
and feel
and be
myself.
I did not need to pen a poem
to know that you care, albeit reticent
but you have made it evident
that I will never be your home.
Jun 15, 2020
Jun 15, 2020 at 10:59 PM UTC
I would
eat the squishy grapes for you
warm your cold hands
share with you the last of my rice and beans
massage your stiff neck
get up from comfort to pour you a glass of cool water
assist and twist and crack your spine further
treat you to your favorite ramen, donating my extra noodles
tiptoe across the creaky floorboards to not stir you
and always give you the space you need to breathe
and feel
and be
yourself.
May 26, 2020
May 26, 2020 at 4:23 PM UTC
Steam rising upward
Blurs the lamp in your glasses,
The tea is perfect.
Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 6:21 PM UTC
In prison
when you have no
money, and you can't
buy commissary, and
the hours and the days drag by
like a tortoise searching
a garden.
It's the little things that
make the time bearable.
Someone gives you a package of
noodles or a cup of coffee,
or a bar of good soap.
Kindness in hell goes a long way.
It's the simple pleasures that
I took for granted
that I relish now:
Steaming hot water,
a bed with a real mattress,
and a library with thousands
of books to read.
I have writing paper,
ink pens, and reading glasses to
see with; it could be worse.
Apr 14, 2020
Apr 14, 2020 at 11:10 AM UTC