I may hate you more tomorrow , but i'll never love you less
for you're the one person i can always count on , you're simply the best
and everyone who knows us predicted we won't last a sec
it's like we're the opposite end
of a spectrum, yet a single entity
violating the norms of this hypocritical society
simple,yet so intriguing *

And girl , we go on so well together
like bread and butter
like milkshake and cookies
YOU'RE THE MELODY..TO MY LYRICS
and God only knows,
the inspiration behind how many songs!
the ones i've lost
and also the ones i carry in my heart

And without *Nancy(my bestie) , where would Aditi(me) be?
without you ...well that just can't be

you're always sure of somethings,
like the sun will always rise, that's the way you make me feel
you're probably the only thing ..that drags me to the boring premises of dav{my school} (also the fact that 75%attendance is required but you get the idea)

and looking at you , and looking at me ..
and looking at the ****
and crazy stuffs we do and we did
i wonder how effortless it is
how the kind of girl i'm ..everything looks scary to me
but you just make it better somehow ,without even doing a thing
and sometimes, i get this blurry pic of you and I
we're close to being 75**
silver hair , wrinkled cheeks
sitting on a park bench,eating(that's her aka my bestie's favorite thing..eating)
talking about the same old senseless thing
and looking at each other with contempt
and say
"hey ,we made it to the end♥ "

The stars follow her
everywhere she goes
When she gets lost,
she will let them guide her home.

Thee moon sings her lullaby
While she watches it look at the earth
With a certain longing
Not so very new to her.

And the sun,
Well it bleeds for her pain every evening
And paints the scarlet love all over the sky

The planets spin
Ever so slowly
So that she doesn't trip
And yet keeps progressing

The galaxies reside in her
Demanding her attention
To first name each stars that reside within her
Then look anywhere else

The light travels
Miles and miles
Only to land at her feet,

And the wind blows
She has heard them sigh
Because they are never able
To stay still
And just have a long look at her


So don't feel bad for her
Don't underestimate her power
Because she is kind enough
For she has got the whole universe with her.

-Aditi Kumari

Do you see how see never look twice
Before crossing the road
Or how she holds those scissors
In her hands
As if wishing for them
To cut through her veins

Have you even heard her cry?
How her voice breaks?
Yet she makes a joke
And laughs as if nothing is wrong
Have you ever noticed?
How she never winces
If she gets hurt
How she never puts a bandage
On those cuts

Do you ever think?
Why she never sleeps at night
Why her poems rarely rhyme
How she cut her hair
Above her jaw line
How she says she doesn’t care
But when you leave, she sighs
Have ever seen?

How she never meets your eye
How she keeps smiling
Even when telling something
That’s not even happy
How she closes her eyes
For a bit too long

How she bites her lower lip
A bit too hard
How she no longer writes
Long paragraphs of love
On friendship and family
But all her poems
Have one thing in common
They’re sad In a way
That won’t make you cry
But will make you think
What’s wrong with this girl?

My dear,
Have you ever heard someone cry?
Without making a sound
Without shedding tears
Have even seen a wolf howling
For a moonless sky

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Poem by Aditi Singh

There comes a time, it is inevitable, when one does realize
On a warm, sun-kissed day, when one closes their eyes;
No matter how great their achievement, no matter how big their feat,
They will still have to hang their heads in defeat
When Death comes to welcome them, much to their misery.
It is written throughout history
That many monuments have been erected to personify through the ages a kings’ fame,
But after years, decades, centuries have passed, no one even remembers their name.
In today’s fast, brutal, unforgiving world,
One might think himself a pearl
Without whom, the earth will find itself in a stitch.
But they are one among a million, a drop of sewage in a ditch.
One might believe in a dream that is waiting in the distance afar
But they are merely wishing on a remote, lifeless star,
As dead inside as the wisher of the dream.
The human race, it does seem,
Refuses to believe this truth anyway.
We are but a small rock, floating away,
No other being even knows of our existence.
Yet it is our stubbornness, our resilience
That struggles to find a way of remembrance.
We strive to find a fluorescence
That lights the way for no one,
Liking to think that we have won.
We are alone out there, even if we aren’t, no matter.
Our endless degrees of banter
Harm no one but us.
As much as we think otherwise, we are animals, slaves to our lust.
To those who say that their going is rough,
I laugh in their face and say this is all you get, and it has to be enough.

                                                                                                                                  -Aditi Kumar.

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