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Dishita Kaushik Feb 2018
Dear you
Who stands in front of me every night
And sheds off her clothes
Dear you
Who counts the number of bruises on her thighs and
Picks up a blade to multiply them
Dear you
If I could let my voice out
Through the cracks in me
I would tell you to shed off your skin too
Dear you
I would tell you to stand completely naked in front of me
Wearing only your soul
Dear you
If I could let my voice out
Through the cracks in me
I would tell you that the beauty you search for on your skin
Resides beneath it.
-Your mirror

- Dishita Kaushik
I'm sorry for writing silly poems which don't make sense at all. You guys can **** me for this.
Dishita Kaushik Jan 2018
On some days,
My sadness is small ;
As small as a teardrop rolling down my cheek.
And on the others,
It's too huge to fit into my hands.
It stretches, it expands
And becomes a giant monster.
It visits me on lonely nights
With lilies and chocolates.
It slits my skin
And pulls out my veins
Like guitar strings
And plays a strange rhythm.
It sings gloomy songs to me
And makes me eat bitter memories for dinner.
On some days,
It hides inside my pocket like a baby bird;
And on others,
It holds my hand
Like my lover
And we go out for a walk.
It makes love to me every night
We blend into each other;
So perfectly that
We become indistinguishable.
But when I try to leave,
It screams,
Groans,
Cries,
Howls like a wolf.
It throws the crockery at me
And cuts my skin with a knife.
It bites me
And strangles me until I'm out of breath.

~ Dishita Kaushik
Dishita Kaushik Jan 2018
When my eyes refuse to recognize light
And I start measuring distance in footsteps
Five steps to reach kitchen from the couch
Fourteen from the kitchen to reach bedroom
Don't look at me with sympathy filled eyes
Instead
Hold my hand and guide me
To the highest peak of the city
And then let me go
Let me wander recklessly
Let me fall and rise up all by myself
Even when I cry for your help
Do not come
Sit
With your knees pressed against your chest and rest your head on them
Look at me
Falling, rising
And in the evening
When the moon lazily crawls into night's lap
When I'm too tired of falling
And I rest my head on your shoulder
Whisper to me
Darling
There are no heights which you cannot climb
You don't need a stick by your side
Even when your eyes refuse to recognize light
And you start measuring distance in footsteps.

~ Dishita Kaushik
I don't know if it makes sense or not but it helped me to get over the block. So yay!

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