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Friends \\k.s

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I saw you guys dancing around, I saw him fling you in his arms,
I couldn’t help but wonder if I could take his place,
‘Cause wishing couldn’t harm.

You’d be staring at him in wonder, staring at him in awe,
While I’ll be standing in a corner, with my love pure and raw.

I would watch you guys everyday, see you walking around hand-in-hand,
While I’d be standing in the rain, drenched near a bus stand.

You’d be sitting next to him in the car,
While I’ll be somewhere quite afar.

I’ll just keep wishing that you’d be mine,
Just praying that our relationship would refine.

I knew that I could treat you better, I knew he didn’t deserve you
But you were so blinded by his love that you just had no clue.

He just had you as a doll, just a toy to play,
I knew for sure that he’ll leave you one day.

He left you soon enough, just as I had foreseen,
Just like you I wonder, how could he be so mean?

He broke your heart into a million pieces while I was ready with a glue in my hand,
I just wanted to fix you, just making you okay was my plan.

I don’t know if it’s right to even think like that, but I secretely hoped that now you should be with me instead.
I kept on thinking about that, the thought was now roaming inside my head.

I approached you with flowers and a hope in my heart,
But who knew our mindsets were so apart.

It took all the courage in me to finally confess,
Only Lord knows, how hard I was trying to impress.

You looked at me with hurt in your eye,
For all I knew, you’d let out a cry.

But there was still a hope alive inside,
Now it was just for you to decide.

You rejected the flowers and gifted me with your words,
Something I wish I had simply misheard.

And then all my hopes, everything came to an end,
As soon as you said, “Lets just be friends.”

© Khushi Suneja

The Darkest Night\\ k.s

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It is when everyone is gone,
You’re alone from dusk till dawn.

It is when people bid adieu,
And there’s absolutely no one at your rescue.

It is when you think you’ve lost your way,
When you’re just dying in dismay.

It strikes with a sudden pain in the heart,
When everything’s falling apart.
But the best way is to act smart.
‘Cause it might be leading you to a beautiful start.

Surely there comes a time when one feels astray.
But one mustn’t ignore the forthcoming bright day.

Yes, it does look like there’s no escape.
But just ponder over the chances you could take.

But just don’t lose your calm as you get appalled with rude remarks,
Remember, it’s always the lion that roars and the dog that barks.

Just be your own mentor, be your own guide.
Never lose hope, and put all your worries aside.

‘Cause people come and people go,
What only remains are scars.
But remember it’s always in the darkest night,
That shine the brightest stars.

© Khushi Suneja

I bleed\\ k.s

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It is when a woman speaks, she mostly utters poetry.

It was the night of betrayal. It was the silent night. I remember the gust of wind that swayed me along, and got me out of my thoughts. It was yet a silent night, but I could hear you tiptoe your way.

You tiptoed right onto my place, right onto my way. I was there by the bornfire. Dreaming in pain. Writing in vain. The last writing I could recall. I could hear your shadow scream in silence, scream in the dark, warning me of the forthcoming disaster.

Yes, I knew your company was bad, the aura you carried was my unhealthy diet. I knew something was wrong. I knew you were wrong. But it was as though I was tempted by the devil.

I could feel your rush, even in a hush. I could feel you striding onto my way. I could sense yourcoming very well. I could sense your intensions. I could smell them. I could feel them.

Your audacity no longer surprising me, I resumed my poem. Your intensions making me smile, call it what my vanity, but I no longer consider your existence any worthy. I smile and wait for you to take a step. Wait for your colours to pop, wait for your inner devil to show up.Then, the fire burned even more drastically. Not of the bonfire, but in my veins. I waited and waited, and what I had forseen, came true this day.

You stabbed me with the dagger of your betrayal. And yet, I bled poetry.

© Khushi Suneja