Roses are fine\\k.s

Roses are fine,

Violets upset.

My body is numb.

My heart so dead.

© Khushi Suneja

Roses are fatal \\ k.s

Roses are fatal,

Violets impure,

Your love was a disease,

That I couldn’t ever cure.

© Khushi Suneja

Roses are Liars\\ k.s

Roses are liars,

Violets betray,

Yes, I got attached

But you left me astray.

© 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

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 tomorrow, 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

To The One Within \\k.s

Dear self,

I know you’re trying your hardest to be at your best. Behind the smile that you fake everyday, I can see the pain. I can see the pain within your gorgeous eyes that lie behind those big frame glasses. I can hear your soul cry.

Cry, cry.

I can feel your body get numb each time you see yourself in the mirror. Wondering, whether there’ll ever come a time when you’ll look a little better. I can see you curse under your breath each time you get a glimpse. I don’t blame you. I was never impressed by what I saw in the mirror either.

I can feel you getting nauseated each time you get reminded of your past. Each time someone mentions it, you feel like dying, I know. I can feel it too. Recalling everything, makes you cry.

Cry, cry.

I know pretty girl, what’s going inside of you.

Love,

Self.

© Khushi Suneja