Roses are fatal \\ k.s

Roses are fatal,

Violets impure,

Your love was a disease,

That I couldn’t ever cure.

© Khushi Suneja

I bleed\\ k.s

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

Poems and Proses\\k.s

I like poems and proses,
Violets and roses,
Beautiful sad chants
From the Land of Mosses.

I like waterfalls and valleys,
Aisles and alleys,
The places of ogres,
And adventures in galleys.

I like daylight and mornings,
Coffee in evenings,
Little birdies chirping
With my view adorning.

I like the blues,
I like the hues,
Everything red,
You got clues.

I like dancing in silence,
In everyone’s absence.
Walking in darkness,
Waiting for acceptance.

I like chocolates with my meals,
Waffles with cereals,
Everything odd,
Nothing so real.

I like the odds,
I like everything strange,
I like the weirdness,
I don’t like to change.

© Khushi Suneja

Mine\\k.s

I cried my eyes out, bled out my soul.
I remember being all nasty, you being all cold.

I was all teary, I was all torn.
You took along my smile, with the fake mask I’d worn.

With every breath that I took,
I wondered what went wrong.
Where was it that what I overlooked.

I was taken aback, to see you leave.
Yes, I was shocked. Yes, I couldn’t believe.

I thought you were my escape,
But you turned out to be fake.
You took all you could, all you could take.
Guess, we were together just for the namesake.

Everything was in a mess,
Yes, I confess.
You turned out to be the demon, when I thought you were the best.

Everything was fine, yes I lied.
Recalled what all I could, yes I cried.

We were going really well, my friends used to say.
Liars, they turned out. With you, they betray.

I thought we were doing okay,
Now what it seems, you only wanted to play.

You played a nice game,
With my heart that was tame.
Yes, you are to be blamed,
For you brought me shame.

We were together at a time,
But now I guess that was a crime.
I thought again we’d begin,
But now I guess that was a sin.

You threw flame in my heart,
Guess what, it was torn apart.
All you did was simply depart,
But felt like you threw in my soul a dart.

Whatever I had thought of you, all assumptions went wrong.
You wronged me, when I thought we were going strong.

I thought we were perfect, our relationship was divine.
But guess what dear, you were never mine.

© Khushi Suneja