I believe in you\\k.s

If the world was against you, and you stood at a little corner of the world, I would come with my sword all ready, to fight for you.

If you found yourself on the verge of dying, on the verge of drowning in the sea, don’t worry. I’d sail across all oceans, fight the biggest of waves, to save you.

If you stood at the mountain top, on the verge of tumbling down to your death, I’d climb the highest of the hills, I’d soar above the clouds, to protect you.

If you find yourself standing on a broken bridge, about to fall , I’ll be there to catch you.

If you had to die in a war tommorow, I’d stand next to you like an armour, to defend you.

If you had no one to have a talk with, no one to lend you a shoulder to cry on, I’d come for you, I’ll be there for you.

No matter where you are, whenever in trouble, I’ll search for you and I’ll find you.

Because I believe in you.

© Khushi Suneja

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My eyes\\k.s

My eyes hurt from the tears that I’d shed this morning. The tears I shed last night as well. I was all happy, until I heard you say, goodbye. My heart ached, and I started to cry.

How much my soul sinked, you’ve got no idea, when you left me in the middle of nowhere. I cried, cried and cried. But you seemed to take no notice of that.

I wonder what happened to my happily ever after.What happened to the perfect life that I’d imagined ahead of me?What happened to my life, what happened to me? What happened to you?

There was a time when we were inseparable. So perfect. So together. Now the tears that my eyes shed say, how lonely I really am. How lonely, I am gonna be, now that you’re gone.

My soul, tries.

My heart, dies.

My eye, cries.

© Khushi Suneja

I Forgive You\\k.s

I forgive you for the mess you’ve caused.
I forgive you for keeping me in a haux.

I forgive you for leaving me in the dark.
I forgive you from miles apart.

I forgive you for pushing me away.
I forgive you for not making me stay.

I forgive you for making my soul mourn.
I forgive you for making my heart torn.

I forgive you for the betrayal.
I forgive you for not staying loyal.

I forgive you for leaving your scars.
I forgive you for imprinting your marks.

I forgive you for the delayed replies.
I forgive you for those little white lies.

I forgive you for those useless fights.
I forgive you for the sleepless nights.

I forgive you, I swear.
I forgive you, my tears say.

I forgive you, although you’ve never apologized.
I forgive you, my heart lies.

© Khushi Suneja

My heart\\k.s

In this little world where everything’s expensive, my heart was available for free; unused, full of feelings, full of emotions.

And yes, you took it all by yourself. I expected you to give me yours but you left me bare, all bare.

But for all I could have ever known was that I was gonna get it back one day. All used, all shattered, all torn.

My heart was torn, so you give it back. Hers wasn’t, so you took it instead and kept it all by yourself. But in the midst of all this, it wasn’t just my heart I realized that I was regretful of giving you. It was more of my trust. My trust, not in you though. But in me. It had been my faith in myself that had compelled me to give you my heart. Now it lies here, all shattered and ruined.

©Khushi Suneja

My Scars\\k.s

Your love tried to take the credit of my poetry. But unfortunately, my dear, it were your scars that compelled me to write.

I wonder if you look at yourself in the mirror and feel the same. Do you feel the way I feel? No, you don’t. You don’t have the scars to hide, or the marks to run away from.

I was never ever so pretty as much as you made me feel one day. Just like I was never ever this unfortunate as much as I felt this day.

You never ever even touched me. Yet, you left your marks. Now your scars lie all over my hands and legs, marks on my face, and bruises on my neck.

Do you have anything to regret? I hope you do. And I hope it’s the scars you are the most regretful of.

©Khushi Suneja

Midnight Reminiscing\\k.s

Night 1,

I knew sitting alone at the corner of my room at midnight in dim lights would do me no good. Nor would thinking about you would. But it would give me enough reasons to write about the pain. The pain given by you.

Night 12,

We may not be a thing anymore. But I will assure that your memories stay in my poetry.

Night 25,

My mom kept asking me what happened to me the other day. I did not have the guts to mention your name.

Night 37,

I wonder if you stay awake at midnight too. Remembering me. Regretting me.

Night 59,

You used to be my only one. I used to be only one of them. I still remember.

Night 73,

Missing you, I feel was like my duty. But wanting you was my passion.

Night 82,

I wonder what made me like you in the first place. Just like what made you leave me in the last.

Night 100,

There was a time I used to write for you. Now I kinda write about you.

©Khushi Suneja

Roses are flawed\\k.s

Roses are flawed.

Violets are blemished.

The people I loved and cared for,

Are the one that actually vanished.

© Khushi Suneja