Roses are no more \\k.s

Roses are no more,

Violets died,

Yes, my soul bled

The day you lied.

© 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

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 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