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Jan 2015 · 1.4k
Courtroom drama.
Tanya Chaudhary Jan 2015
Don't flatter yourself. You aren't any special a human being. But, I fail to explain this to my heart, for it beats at an opposite tune to my disagreeing. I have had conversations with it, deep and intense. It refuses to budge and has a strong defence. I rest my case every single day, for I am a poor Prosecutor. The Judge, my mind holds its hands up, every single time.
Guess, the heart wants what it wants.
Court dismissed.
Tanya Chaudhary Jan 2015
Sometimes I feel I am Anaïs Nin.
Sometimes I feel I am Sylvia Plath.
Sometimes I feel I am Dorothy Parker.
Sometimes I feel that I am feeling nothing.
But, most of the time I feel that I feel too much.
Jan 2015 · 581
***no status***
Tanya Chaudhary Jan 2015
Today I asked ...
Do we have something?
Did we ever have something?

Today I slipped.
Today the wall hit me.
Today I fall.
But, only to rise.
The Rain today answered for me.

* * * * *
Jan 2015 · 1.6k
Someone, somewhere
Tanya Chaudhary Jan 2015
Someone, somewhere believes that they love someone in the same way I love you.
Someone, somewhere is watching their first movie together & are waiting in the queue.
Someone, somewhere is celebrating their first moment of holding hands.
Someone, somewhere is politely accepting the other’s whims and commands.  
Someone, somewhere is experiencing the rush of many butterflies twiddling in their stomach.
Someone, somewhere is kissed for the first time & is profoundly dumbstruck.
Someone, somewhere is being captivated by their thrilling dreams.
Someone, somewhere is waking up to screams.
Someone, somewhere is sharing their last kiss with the thought of no longer being together.
Someone, somewhere is wrapping their anniversary gift to spend many more years forever.
Someone, somewhere is watching an extraordinary sunset with no one by their side.
Someone, somewhere is cracking up, laughing on the stupid antics of a child.
Someone, somewhere is caught between falling in love with themselves and wishing they were someone else.
Someone, somewhere is packing their bags to see the world with someone else.
Someone, somewhere is dancing to ecstasy to the first text message of their crush.
Someone, somewhere is whispering sweet nothing’s to someone else. Someone, somewhere just blushed.
Someone, somewhere is staring at the peaceful face of the person sleeping by their side.
Someone, somewhere is awake the whole night to just watch this.
Someone, somewhere is pondering on the worth of their eyes, if it wasn't to see this.
Someone, somewhere is bleeding blank sheets, penning words that fail them.
Someone, somewhere just opened their eyes to a new landscape, a new sun.
Someone, somewhere is saying a new hello. Someone, somewhere is bidding an old goodbye.
Someone, somewhere is killing their flesh, their soul is with someone else.
Someone, somewhere is desperately wishing, craving with every petal of a red rose they throw, or tearing their eyelashes and renouncing it in the air, crossing the fingers of their left hand, then their right hand or stargazing on a starless night in a hope that a star will fall and they can pray for their some-one.
Someone, somewhere thinks they love someone else exactly like I love you.
*Someone, somewhere is entirely wrong.
©TanyaC.2015.
Jan 2015 · 968
knees
Tanya Chaudhary Jan 2015
After so many years,
together and otherwise,
you still make me
weak in my knees
but
to be honest to myself
and brutally candid to oneself
you still
make
my
body
forget
that
it has knees.
At all.
Jan 2015 · 508
tempest (7w)
Tanya Chaudhary Jan 2015
We sailed on together.
We drifted    a    p   a    r    t.
An ode to the song which is very dear.
"Open Arms" by Journey.
Jan 2015 · 803
The Green Pigeon
Tanya Chaudhary Jan 2015
"Oh dear pigeon, Why art thou green?"
Is it envy or jealousy?
Or rather a deformity?
I stared for a while
for it to answer mine.
Contemplating. Thinking deep.
For its existential need

It then sung,
a song unsung
which sounded like
"To hell with your question, woman.
I don't give a FLYING ****."

© TanyaC. 2015.
Jan 2015 · 391
Things I love about him ...
Tanya Chaudhary Jan 2015
Let me start with his eyes.
Deep. Dark. And quiet.
His nose, which is crooked,
but he doesn't know.
The pout, his lips,
waiting to be kissed.
His lean torso.
His defined collar bone.
His skinny legs.
His warm hands.
His long fingers.
His straight back.
His dark brown hair.
every single strand of his hair.
His peaceful smile.
His many likes.
His few dislikes.
I love his imperfections.
I love his being.
His blessed existence.
His simple heart.
His beautiful mind.

I.... love him.
I really love him.

I just somehow do.
And I hate myself for it.
Jan 2015 · 3.1k
Can we start over again?
Tanya Chaudhary Jan 2015
We can be strangers again.
Laugh again. Flirt again.
Cry again. Smirk again.
Create memories afresh.
When in doubt, hit refresh.

But memories, they are tricky.
The moments that you love or hate,
simply go away in time-lapse
and somehow become the scars in your heart
that seem to define you.
© TanyaC. 2015.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RB-RcX5DS5A
Jan 2015 · 406
Thank you
Tanya Chaudhary Jan 2015
Memories, few I have now.
Which is better, if you think how?
I do not think it was planned.
I pray it was never intended,
I hope it was destined.
I would love to believe,
that it was a bad timing.
A result of mixed up,
wrongly fused confusion.
I knew from the beginning,
or should I say from the ending.
This love of mine won’t work out.
And so you left.
I burned out.
And you couldn't even see the damage.
My hot tears scaling down and leaving scars on my skin.
The noise that your absence left behind.
The clutter, the mess, the chaos and the scrapes
and the caramel taste
of the days gone by.

You rejected me.
I rejected me.
Until, I was a claustrophobe
I couldn't breathe.

But, then I cracked open.
And light seared through my aching, contused soul.
I stitched my unbolted ends.
But the flowing thread faltered.
I erupted.
I detonated.
Leaving myself weak and disrupted.

So, I laid in the sun and I allowed.
The wind, the storm, the rain came,
and I weathered whatever they gave.
I stayed open and empty.
And finally opened my eyes.
I discovered, you ruined us
but you hadn't ruined me.
I was glistening, glittering, shimmering and glowing.
My aching soul that was burnt and pressurized
had now, crystallized.

Dear, you whisked away the love.
But, you left behind a diamond.

So, thank you.

© TanyaC. 2015.
Jan 2015 · 476
Goodbye, my almost lover.
Tanya Chaudhary Jan 2015
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.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.

That's it.
That's just it.
I said it.
Jan 2015 · 362
Dated: 1st January, 2015
Tanya Chaudhary Jan 2015
2015.
A blank anthology.
Different authors.
One compiler. I.
And this is -
page 1 of 365.
I hope 2015 is the year where things fall into place. Nevertheless, Happy New Year
Dec 2014 · 601
31st December 2014
Tanya Chaudhary Dec 2014
I've always had problems with long words.
Still I can easily pronounce - Athazagoraphobia.
Dec 2014 · 5.9k
Invisible.
Tanya Chaudhary Dec 2014
There is a sudden charm in the idea of being invisible. I have thought endlessly about being invisible. Maybe, just for a day. I would get up earlier than my usual time. See him sipping tea in his balcony on a wintery morning. Watch him watching this new movie. See him upset, when he doesn't get a parking spot on a lazy day. I would follow him like rivers. And he wouldn't even know that I have already walked past his house 5 times in this past week. I wasn't invisible then. But, I guess I have been invisible to him all along.
Dec 2014 · 1.8k
manic pixie dream girl
Tanya Chaudhary Dec 2014
I am tired of being an empty shell that you find beautiful & eccentric.
I am tired of being a trope made by authors and directors.
I am like war and peace and not like a tissue paper you made me out to be.
I am tired of being your favourite shade of red.
I am tired of being a brush stroke, when I am the entire painting.
I am tired of being pinned to a pedestal.
I am tired of my existence and my name being relative.
I am tired of being a zany sidekick to the male protagonist in the movie that is my life.
I am tired of you thinking that I need help stilling the edges of my narrative, who longs for a tether or a buoy to keep her from flying off or sinking down.
I am tired of being told – unconventional, different and other such synonyms by boys, that I am not like other girls as if they are a disease and I am magic.
I am tired to be known as someone with wacky quirks and idiosyncrasies.
I am tired of being Alaska Young.
I am tired of being Sam from The Perks of Being a Wallflower.
I am tired of being Tiffany from The Silver Linings Playbook.
I am tired of being tagged as Sam from Garden State.
Or even Marla Singer from Fight Club.
Or even an Amelie or Penny from Almost Famous.
And every Zooey Deschanel character.
I am a Clementine.
I’m a Sylvia Plath.
I’m a Dorothy Parker.
A Maya and a Margaret.
You see, I am well versed
in death and in silence.
I have my interests and I am like all of the above. But I am “like” them. I am not them.
I am me.
I am scared now.
Scared of boys claiming to be wrapped in barbed wire
but is really a caged petting animal in the zoo.
I am tired of boys who thinks romance is a Hemingway novel.
But, most importantly I am tired.
Tired of men not falling in love with me
but instead falling in love with the idea of me.

Nomoreokaythankyouplease.
Side note to those who don't know what a manic pixie dream girl is: she's "that bubbly, shallow cinematic creature that exists solely in the fevered imaginations of sensitive writer-directors to teach broodingly soulful young men to embrace life and its infinite mysteries and adventures." #manicpixiedreamgirl  

“Too many guys think I’m a concept, or I complete them, or I’m gonna make them alive…. But I’m just a ******-up girl who’s looking for my own peace of mind; don't assign me yours.” (Clementine, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind).

http://feminspire.com/im-not-your-manic-pixie-dream-girl/
Tanya Chaudhary Dec 2014
Dense fog.
Loveless clouds.
Blacks and Greys.
Barks of hounds.

Desolate streets.
Footsteps indiscreet.
Frosty skin.
Icy stares.
Chilly silence, and
nippy air.

I add layer
upon layer.

Of prayer
upon prayer.

and wait for the shivers to begin.
For I have seen colder weather.
Dec 2014 · 418
Snipe hunt
Tanya Chaudhary Dec 2014
She was lost. In the Darkness of the Night Sky.
Blankly staring at it, she began chasing stars.
Beyond one’s understanding, beyond her own… they called her lost.
Deranged as she was, condemned the Stars
And chose to chase ‘him’ instead
The one who is not miles apart,
And yet far away.
For impossible was chasing him.
For impossible was chasing a dream.
For impossible is not, chasing the stars.
Dec 2014 · 321
of walking and talking.
Tanya Chaudhary Dec 2014
We talk.
We share.
Our words.
In thinner air.
I walk the talk.
You talk the talk &
Don't walk the walk.
In the end I am,
still happy
with our
small
talks.
Nov 2014 · 418
simmer down and pucker up
Tanya Chaudhary Nov 2014
Your mouth.
Oh god, your mouth.
Those lips.
That pout.
But, I envy.
I envy
the space
between your lips
and how
you can say
everything and
nothing at all
----
Nov 2014 · 490
This rage is just.
Tanya Chaudhary Nov 2014
I had made you an entity in my head.
With adulation
Love
Respect
& Lust.
But,
You are just a tiny particle of the dust.
And I must
bust
the bubble.
Don't flatter yourself.
You are no gold dust.
Don't fool yourself into believing you are special.
Like me, you shall too rust.
Do not. do not flatter yourself mister.
The Truth has finally struck me hard with a gust.

**This should be in all caps
But I trust you to know -
I'm screaming anyway.
Nov 2014 · 890
Writer's Block
Tanya Chaudhary Nov 2014
I wanted to write today.
My fingers itched.
My head pained.
Words were not coming.
In my heart. In my brain.
Felt uncomfortable
by this strain.
Have I stopped loving him?
Is it a writer's block?
tick
tock
tick
tock
tick
tock
....
blank page in front of me.
The poet is the clock.
Nov 2014 · 351
better left unsaid?
Tanya Chaudhary Nov 2014
"Oh, I love that movie."

"I love that show."

"I love that song."

                                     To all those statements
                                       I give him some reply,
                                           when every time
                                        I just want to write


                                                         ­                       "and I love you."
Nov 2014 · 516
Note to my Future Lover
Tanya Chaudhary Nov 2014
Dear Future Lover,

I can only half love you.
I once loved wholly,
and it nearly killed me.
Nov 2014 · 445
w o r d p l a y
Tanya Chaudhary Nov 2014
For a rhyming poem,
I would state -

"Love does not come easy for people of two kinds-
those who cannot stay
and those who cannot walk away."

You didn't stay.
I can't walk away.

Guess, this verse
is more than a word play.
Tanya Chaudhary Nov 2014
I will stop loving him when lovers will stop closing their eyes when they kiss.
Nov 2014 · 877
November
Tanya Chaudhary Nov 2014
I was a recluse.
I was a traveller.
I was a nonconformist.
I was a free spirit.

Then one November evening,
I met YOU.

This nomadic soul,
this gypsy heart,
now wants
a little house in the suburbs
two children
a dog
and your last name.
Nov 2014 · 359
Who are you?
Tanya Chaudhary Nov 2014
I can describe you,
paraphrase you,
decorate you
with gazillion words.

But today, in three sentences I would impart
that
**You are the assassin.
You are the knife.
You are the wound in my heart.
Oct 2014 · 367
dichotomous
Tanya Chaudhary Oct 2014
She is a enigma,
Difficult to comprehend,
but easy to pretend.
                                                                ­                                   She is freedom.
                                                        ­                                     Yet she is a desire.
She robs attention,
she steal thoughts.
                                                       ­                               She has a bright smile.
                                                          ­                         Yet she has a dark heart.
You can see the twinkle in her eyes,
but not her scars and her marks.
                                                                ­                       She makes herself fly,
                                                            ­                but inside her heart she lies.
She is a mystery,
An open book to everyone,
To only have each person read a few pages,
And not the entire chapter.
                                                        ­       She plays so many different people.
                                                  With time, she has become a brilliant actor.
She is her person.
                                                         ­                              She is a kaleidoscope.

                        *She is like a splash of rainbow on a canvas,
               later photographed and printed in black and white.
Oct 2014 · 560
schizophrenia
Tanya Chaudhary Oct 2014
am I so in love
or have I just lost my mind
...at this point, who cares?
Oct 2014 · 330
just why?
Tanya Chaudhary Oct 2014
Why do we care about a person,
who doesn't care about us?

Why does someone loves more,
when the other does not?

Why some memorable decisions seem good,
when you are under the influence?

Why letting go is easy
and moving on so difficult?

Why do I now like the nights
and not the sunshine?

Why do I walk know circles
On a distinct straight line?

Why do I listen to some songs,
knowing that I'll cry?

Why do some people find it so difficult,
to say goodbye?

Why do I question my respect,
Everytime I feel an unfamiliar touch?

Why I still write about you,
when you clearly don't give a ****?

Why am I the joker and the recluse,
at the very same time?


Why something so pure as love,
today seems like a crime?

Why?
Oct 2014 · 402
c h a n g e
Tanya Chaudhary Oct 2014
From Hello :) to Goodbyes.

You blink once,
it is broad daylight.
You blink twice,
You are next sleeping with the love of your life.
You blink thrice,
It was all disguise, you realize.
Blink the fourth time,
You are crying under the deep dark skies.
Blink some more, and
You are reminiscing the times,
getting lost again in his dark brown eyes.

Change.
A word with a world inside.
It happens in small, unnoticeable fractions,
but leaves more rubble
than earth-smashing tremors.

Change.
*A word that makes me sad and hopeful,
at the very same time.
Oct 2014 · 272
Again.
Tanya Chaudhary Oct 2014
Again I fumbled,
On my head I tumbled.
Again.

Again I smiled,
at my luck
and how he smiles.
Again.

Again I smirked,
on his antics... his words.
Again.

Again I died,
the chill when he touched.
Electricity of love and lust.
Again.

Again I was born,
knowing that he exists,
even though he isn't in my life's scheme.
Again.

Again I fall in love.
Everyday. Everytime.
Always Again.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p-EsUYQ6xrk
Oct 2014 · 663
October.
Tanya Chaudhary Oct 2014
There is something about its weather,
the winter is coming.
the nip in the air, the chill.

I listen to October sing!

The Quiet Nights.
The Wisp of chilly wind.
I listen to October sing.

Night time calls for no light.
I illuminate my own sky.
Dark streets stay stranded, leave empty.
I never question - Why?

I listen to October shout!

I love October
and the promises that come with it.
The season for making some bad decisions
The season for reminiscing past collisions.
The season for creating new envisions.

I listen to October scream!
Oct 2014 · 333
the biggest imprecation
Tanya Chaudhary Oct 2014
"may my (pseudo) enemy deeply fall in love.

                                         and


                                                    may he never find it."
Oct 2014 · 973
Predator
Tanya Chaudhary Oct 2014
Love seems so distant & far away.
And somehow lust is available every day.

A fetching face,
that’s brimming of grace.
Why this body?
& not share its joy
why be a good old girl
If you cannot 'love' a handsome bad boy?




My body yearns for things
my heart does not want.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-S1IhJ_DHjw
Oct 2014 · 462
I am selfish.
Tanya Chaudhary Oct 2014
He was delightfully kind
that he left me with enumerable misery.

I was so selfish
that I couldn't give him anything but Love.

*I still cant
Oct 2014 · 356
Quandary
Tanya Chaudhary Oct 2014
Such a dilemma.

do you choose to remain sad
cry & water the flowers
or
get better & have them die?
Oct 2014 · 617
For HIM.
Tanya Chaudhary Oct 2014
You came in like a whiff of fragrance
of the most sensational flowers.
You smelled like heaven.

You came in my life like water
to the most parched lips.
You tasted like heaven.

But then came autumn.
And I desperately tried to stick back the leaves
when it’s no longer the proper season.
Everything was going wrong.
But, nothing felt as right as ignorantly loving you.
------------------------------------------------------------­----------------------------------
Maybe, on some distant planet light-years away,
the concept "love" might not even exist.
So, I sigh deep to that
and confess to you -
*Dear right person, wrong time,
Just as we said hello, we needed to say goodbye.
PS - I am still hopeful for a right time with HIM. Nothing is permanent. Or is it?
Tanya Chaudhary Sep 2014
Who would have thought, what began as a harmless crush
could transform into an undying friendship.
From being just the ‘pretty face’ (handsome actually)
to being the most positive person in my galaxy.

But let me take it slowly
Back-track
because when we first met,
I couldn’t have imagined it like that.

I don’t recall how it begun.
An epiphany. A just like that moment.

But, still, I held my pen and thought I would write to you.
I felt the need to try and tell you,
about all of the things you do.
About your stupid banter
and pulling my leg.
About your annoying laughter
that I hope never ceases, I beg.

I stop, and I smile. And I say thank you, because you're the most refreshing of men.
You are touching lives, and I want you to know,
I am blessed, and speechless, and full of pride to tell you
Happy Birthday.

PS – Thank you for existing.
*PPS – You are getting old, yo!
Sep 2014 · 889
Say Goodnight and Go.
Tanya Chaudhary Sep 2014
I have this weird habit of thinking
before I sleep into bliss.
But there is always a confusion,
something is always amiss.  

Is it better to think about the memories spent with HIM?
or
Is it better to think about the possibilities of future memories with him?
Eventually,  dichotomy takes it's toll.
and I sleep in deep oblivion.

When I wake up, I feel I dreamt about both of them.
*You see, I didn't sleep that night.
Sep 2014 · 707
Moonbow
Tanya Chaudhary Sep 2014
She was painted so attractively.

With flecks of deep red like the fire that burned in her heart.
Flowing auburn and burgundy hair she dyed to feel strong.
Specks of amber that seemed to shine around her body as she yearned to feel bright and happy again.

And a hazy but deep emerald painted in haphazard fashion which contained her jealousy because all she wanted was to be perfect.

Swirls of dark cyan and teal like the tears that dripped off her face.

And the lilac dashes were her moments of serenity where her hands created magic out of paper and pen and her mind was finally put to peace.

The fuchsia smeared across her lips, making her feel a little bit prettier.
Tad bits of maroon like the blood that was shed (figuratively).

She was a colorful girl behind the bland grey veil she hid under,
All to avoid the perils she received in black and white.

*Her life had every shade of color, but they couldn’t form a rainbow!
Sep 2014 · 396
410 Gone
Tanya Chaudhary Sep 2014
A hundred many varied pictures
Flicker through my head,
But the one I yearn most desperately
Has found a place to hide.

I know I had it with me,
It’s always been right here,
I only had to think your name
For your image to appear.

It’s tried to slip away before
And I’ve hold on with all my might,
But as the days changed to months into years,
I lost my strength to fight.

I knew this was coming,
But somehow I’m unprepared,
The hints have been so subtle,
Yet I knew that they were there.

It started with your daunting eyes,
How the color seemed different each day,
Your face became less definite
As you slowly faded away.

But still I thought I had more time,
If only with your likeness,
I never thought I’d wake today
To such devastating blindness.

I’ve tried and tried to call you back,
But there’s nothing I can do,
Your image has left me stranded;
I no longer remember you.
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Tanya Chaudhary Sep 2014
"Hey"
"Hi"
"How was your day?"
"I think I have a CRUSH on you" (Delete)
"I LOVE you." (Sent)
"I wish we could have this conversation face to face...
typing...
typing...
typing..."
"I am sorry" (Delete)
"Goodnight" (Sent)
"Goodbye"
.
.
"You know seeing you smile makes me feel that I am the most fortunate person alive." (Delete)
"You know your smile can bring world peace" (Sent)
.
.
.
.
.
"I keep hoping that you'll talk to me first" (Delete)
"I can feel my lust grow, each time you utter hello" (Delete)
"You know the first time we kissed. It was as if you were drowning and I was the air" (Delete)
"Today my music player went bonkers, it played only those songs that you've sent me" (Delete)
"It's been more than an year and I still miss you like I am missing a limb" (Delete)
"I did not know that bones could ache, until I met you" (Delete)
"Heyyyy! Itzz two am. And thees alcohol tastes like youu." (Delete)
"I have never had so many long nights" (Delete)
"You know I have started writing poems and most of them are about you. So that the love I have for you I can give it to the world. Because you won't take it from me" (Delete)
"Strangers read my poems. They think you are a bad guy. But I keep defending you because you are not. I still love you, I guess. I definitely miss you. Do you?" (Delete)
"How done with me are you?" (Delete)
"I walk past your house so many times. Like a ninja, trying to catch a glimpse of your silhouette. You know I succeeded once!" (Delete)
"I hate the fact that I can't hate you... not even at all" (Delete)
"I keep scratching my skin. But, skin..... I can't even get you out of my soul." (Delete)
"Why wasn't I enough?" (Delete)
"It's funny. You are like a disease that long left me. But, I still get sicker each passing day." (Delete)
"I keep rechecking our past texts exchanged. It helps me believe that you weren't fiction." (Delete)
"I am not working anymore. I think you broke me" (Delete)
"I see your face in every stranger I pass by.  So, I've learnt walking with my head down." (Delete)
"I knew you were broken. So was I. I wish we could have taken our pain together to create something beautiful. A painting of brokenness." (Delete)
"You know they say you know yourself by meeting others. They say it right." (Delete)
"I assume we were never in love, but, we could have been." (Delete)
..
..
..
..
"Hey. Long time. I know you love Scarlett Johansson. Her new movie is out. Want to watch it with me?" (Sent)
"Hey, Hope you are doing well?" (Sent)
"I have started writing poems. You should check them out." (Sent)
"It's been so long that I have seen you. I can hardly remember your face anymore." (Sent)
"I dream about you constantly. I think I still love you" (Sent)
"I miss you" (Sent)

"Hey! I swear my cat did that" (Sent)

**SEEN
Everything happens for a reason. You happened for one too. So, Thank you.
Sep 2014 · 519
convenience
Tanya Chaudhary Sep 2014
I've spoken so many honest lies to myself,
That now I have start believing
That
Truth is fictitious.

Convenience is convenient.
Tanya Chaudhary Sep 2014
Somewhere between coffee and stupid talks
And infinite random city tours & walks.

The movie marathons and midday naps
Exquisite food and memories gift wrapped.

G-talk sessions and plane tickets to anywhere with you along
While in the journey, discovering our new favorite song.

Imaginary burn books and death glares,
Silent sentences spoken through stares.

Late night calls and whispers in the dark,
Threatening any guy who dares to break our heart.

Never judging each other and reading one’s mind
My love for ***** and your love for Wine.

“I am undateable” to “Open Up” monologues.
Putting up with the drama of all the loves lost.

Making pop culture references and finding it normal.
I don’t remember the last time we were ever formal.

Of making our fool in front of the ‘classy’ audience
And continuing doing that with elan and confidence.

Our love for wanderlust. Places far and bizarre.
To spend thrifting and getting broke in a hep bazaar.

Overeating and then cribbing about our weight.
To consoling ourselves that “him” is worth the wait.

Of nagging parents and relatives that crib.
Of closing our eyes and letting things slip.

Quick fights and quicker reconciliation.
Sharing deep secrets & deeper confessions.

It is between being mistaken for Lesbians
And being mistaken for Sisters.

Our ballad is a roller coaster ride that only goes up
Our ballad is all these things & more, ready to erupt.
Sep 2014 · 844
hoax call
Tanya Chaudhary Sep 2014
Imagination conquers the reality
of the ground I walk on.

I was never in love with you,
Only with what we could have been and
What I thought you were.
Sep 2014 · 873
short - lived
Tanya Chaudhary Sep 2014
We were in a book together.
We were on the same page.

But
there was a small margin
on the left
You left me in the margin.
Like a scant reference note,
which was soon to be erased.
Sep 2014 · 332
September Love
Tanya Chaudhary Sep 2014
I think I am in Love,
with September.
Or
Maybe I love him,
the September born boy.
Maybe.
Definitely.
Maybe at the death of summer,
the invincible autumn made me alive!
Sep 2014 · 921
Head Over Feels
Tanya Chaudhary Sep 2014
I'm all by myself, once again.
I pour my heart out
with this beloved pen.

Reminiscing all the words
you ever said.
Replaying them over and over,
inside my head.

I know how it feels to love,
But, I'll never love again.

As out of experience I've learnt,
Head over feels > Head over heels
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