"unclicked" poems
We’ve clicked zero photos, Motu
Not a single frame to freeze us in pixels,
No smiling selfie, no captured chai cup,
No picture to prove we were ever “us.”
But what is proof, when da soul remembers?
When da eyes hold stories no lens can capture,
When silences between us have said more
Than any caption ever could.
We are a friendship without filters,
A story written in whispers,
And not crafted for timelines
We are da invisible thread, Krishna tied
Without needing flash or filters.
We fought…yes!!!
More than we should’ve.
I don’t know whose nazar passed over our bond
But I know it’s not stronger than what we’ve built.
You say this equation is difficult…
I agree.
But I also know da rarest bonds…
Are never easy to explain,
They are only meant to be felt!!!
Motu, I might be flawed,
But my intentions, they’re sacred.
Like temple bells at dawn,
Like verses whispered in Vrindavan’s breeze.
I didn’t come to this course to find anyone…
But I found you!!!
And that’s the twist in da story
My biggest gift wrapped in an unwanted journey.
So yes, we’ve clicked zero photos.
But we’ve lived a thousand moments.
Moments that breathe in my notebooks,
Moments tucked between lectures and lingering glances,
Moments scribbled in blue ink on your kurta,
Moments that feel more real than any frozen frame.
Ours is not a story for Instagram.
It’s a sacred secret shared between
A boy who fumbled with words
And a girl who saw right through da silence.
And someday, when life scatters us like paper boats,
When people ask me… Do you have a photo of her?
I’ll smile softly and say,
No… but I have everything else.
By:- Kanishk Baghel
Apr 7, 2025
Apr 7, 2025 at 1:37 PM UTC
I brought a ticket to come and see you
Today. When I looked at the print,
I realized that it was a one-way,
With a layover in your thoughts.
Truth be told, I didn’t mind at all.
The tickets for all the other flights
Were weeks, even months out,
I paid more because I really wanted
to get there.
The ticket being nonrefundable
Made the trip that much enjoyable
Despite popular belief.
I didn’t go too much on the reviews.
Very rarely do you see one that tells
The entire truth, there is always something
Wrong. Whether it’s the seat, someone telling you
don’t drink the water, or the towels.
It’s always the towels or the sheets, for some
Odd reason.
I don’t mind a bit of turbulence.
When I got on the plane, I noticed that it wasn’t
as clean as I expected,
But it was cool. It wasn’t something
To just get upset and cancel the whole trip over.
Judging by the reviews, it’s easy to forget
That were all human. Sometimes things happen.
I leaned back in my seat and remembered that I had
Forgotten something.
I unclicked my seat belt and checked my pockets.
Nothing.
Although I am sure that I’ll arrive safely,
I’ll replace the kiss that you gave me
The last time I saw you, soon as I step off
The plane with a new one from you
Nov 20, 2024
Nov 20, 2024 at 9:05 PM UTC