Roses are fine,
My body is numb.
My heart so dead.
Roses are fine,
My body is numb.
My heart so dead.
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.”
Roses are no more,
Yes, my soul bled
The day you lied.
© Khushi Suneja
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.
In this little world where everything’s expensive, my heart was available for free; unused, full of feelings, full of emotions.
And yes, you took it all by yourself. I expected you to give me yours but you left me bare, all bare.
But for all I could have ever known was that I was gonna get it back one day. All used, all shattered, all torn.
My heart was torn, so you give it back. Hers wasn’t, so you took it instead and kept it all by yourself. But in the midst of all this, it wasn’t just my heart I realized that I was regretful of giving you. It was more of my trust. My trust, not in you though. But in me. It had been my faith in myself that had compelled me to give you my heart. Now it lies here, all shattered and ruined.
Your love tried to take the credit of my poetry. But unfortunately, my dear, it were your scars that compelled me to write.
I wonder if you look at yourself in the mirror and feel the same. Do you feel the way I feel? No, you don’t. You don’t have the scars to hide, or the marks to run away from.
I was never ever so pretty as much as you made me feel one day. Just like I was never ever this unfortunate as much as I felt this day.
You never ever even touched me. Yet, you left your marks. Now your scars lie all over my hands and legs, marks on my face, and bruises on my neck.
Do you have anything to regret? I hope you do. And I hope it’s the scars you are the most regretful of.
I knew sitting alone at the corner of my room at midnight in dim lights would do me no good. Nor would thinking about you would. But it would give me enough reasons to write about the pain. The pain given by you.
We may not be a thing anymore. But I will assure that your memories stay in my poetry.
My mom kept asking me what happened to me the other day. I did not have the guts to mention your name.
I wonder if you stay awake at midnight too. Remembering me. Regretting me.
You used to be my only one. I used to be only one of them. I still remember.
Missing you, I feel was like my duty. But wanting you was my passion.
I wonder what made me like you in the first place. Just like what made you leave me in the last.
There was a time I used to write for you. Now I kinda write about you.