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

Too much \\k.s

Is it too much to ask for, your love?

Is it too much to ask for when I long for your touch? I want your hands resting on my back, reassuring me everything’s gonna be alright. I want my head resting on your shoulder, your hand stroking my hair, telling me it’s okay. Is it too much to ask for?

Is it too much to ask for, that I desire hearing your voice? Is it too much that I want your soothing voice letting me know my worth? A monosyllable yes leaving your lips whenever I ask if we’re doing good? A little love from the edge of your lips. Is it too much?

Is it too much that I want your presence right beside me? Is it too much I admit your absence kills me? Is it too much when your presence drives me nuts and your absense insane? Is it?

Well, is it too much to ask for your love? Is it, or is it not?

© Khushi Suneja

Roses suffocate\\k.s

Roses suffocate,

Violets choke,

As everything ours, feelings and trust,

Turned into smoke.

© Khushi Suneja

Roses are lost \\k.s

Roses are lost,

Violets unsure,

You killed a relation,

A relationship so pure.

© 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

I met a girl \\ k.s

I met a girl at the corner of the room, sitting quietly, humming to herself, broad black nerdy glasses, reading a book, sipping her cup of coffee, reading her favourite chapter of her favourite book.

Quiet, still she had goosebumps all over, her heart beating faster than ever, as she read the lovers separate over a sheer misunderstanding. Her heart broke into pieces.

The girl, sipped her last, continued to read, after about an hour. I hope he comes back, and till then, she just waits. She thought to herself. Her life was just in books, her soul rested in chapters.

Putting the cup aside, she read through the last chapters, her frown turned into a smile, as she read the lovers reunite. All she ever wanted was a happy ending like this. She was elated, one could clearly tell.

She put the book aside, hugged it to her chest and smiled. You never fail to disappoint me. Then said her favourite author’s name.

I met a girl, I saw her. In the reflection of the mirror, sitting at the corner. Reading her favourite chapter of her favourite book, sipping her coffee and muttering to herself. You’re all I ever need. I need no one else. She smiled looking at the piles of books she owned.

© Khushi Suneja

Roses have left \\ k.s

Roses have left,

Violets gone,

I believed in your loyalty

But I was wrong.

© Khushi Suneja

Roses reincarnate\\k.s

Roses reincarnate,

Violets born,

My veins all red,

My heart’s so torn.

© Khushi Suneja

Let yourself free\\ k.s

Let yourself free from this world of sadness where your thoughts afloat and your anxieties grab your soul and push you further into the dark.
Let yourself free from the tiny shell that you have confined yourself in.
Let yourself free from the company of your best friend, loneliness. Let go of her, move on for once.
Let yourself free from all this mess, from your materialistic self.
Let yourself free.
For once atleast.

© Khushi Suneja

Delete\\k.s

I wish I could permanently delete people from my life. Delete their memories, delete their aura. Delete everything they had to do with me. Delete the bond we shared, and the memories I am regretful of. Delete the laughter that shed from my mouth, delete the sorrow that was conveyed by my eyes. Delete the sight of losing people, delete the joy of regaining them. Delete the short lasting fun that we had, delete the everlasting arguments we’ve had. Delete what all I can, delete everything I can.

Yes, whether good or bad, right or wrong, salty or nasty, sweet or sour. I do not want to recall the memories that we’ve shared. Delete them all, for all I care.

© Khushi Suneja