Roses are flawed\\k.s

Roses are flawed.

Violets are blemished.

The people I loved and cared for,

Are the one that actually vanished.

© Khushi Suneja

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Wake me up\\k.s

Wake me up, when we’re done.

No longer in this war that we earlier begun.

Wake me up, as this gets over.

No one bitter; just love leftover.

Wake me up, as soon as we progress.

When we get up, get over this mess.

Wake me up, as we finish it for ever.

Even if we die in attempts to endeavour.

Wake me up, when I no longer see them dead.

All good, as we move ahead.

Wake me up, when everythin’s alright.

Back in shape, as we give up the fight.

Wake me up, as my kid arrives.

My wife no longer praying that I survive.

Wake me up, when we finally act sane.

Not the monsters, that suck on brains.

Wake me up, when everyone’s fine.

Celebrating the win, chucking on wine.

Wake me up, when we’re no longer in pain.

As the war, dies again.

Wake me up, when we all end up alive.

As through the situation, we soon contrive.

Wake me up, as we unite.

And if we reach back our homes tonight.

© Khushi Suneja

Broken💔 \\k.s

My viens crimson red, my heart royal blue.

Couldn’t believe a truth that was inevitably true.

The sun was out at midnight, the moon anything but pure white.

I looked all o’er for you,

But there seemed no time to bid adieu.

With passing time, my wounds healed.

Though the scars remained.

My tears dried up and I learned to swallow the pain.

With a frozen heartbeat and accursed lips,

I take your name, but find zilch amidst.

But all that I know is that you’ll retreat.

Perhaps, you’ll fake a cry or even fall on your knees.

Years later, you’ll look for my heart.

And in an attempt, pull 2 souls apart.

You’ll search for the lover you’d left before,

But find the devil take me o’er.

You’ll find a place where my heartbeat does reside.

Though, unfortunately, there’s not a heart but a black stone inside.

You’ll touch my face but find no warmth in there,

My love’s completely cold, lone and bare.

You’ll try to find whether there’s any love left,

But there’s just broken promises, denial; my heart’s bereft.

You’ll look into my eyes, try to peep in.

Try to find your answers but just find a question within….

You knew that I was broken from the inside,

How could you have the audacity to break me twice?

© Khushi Suneja