My Scars\\k.s

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.

©Khushi Suneja

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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

Will you? \\k.s

I have never been loved.

Why do you feel so? Replied the boy.

I don’t have a hand to hold this fall. With the leaves that are shedding, shed my self confidence and hope. No one to wipe my tears and say that I’m pretty. Look me into the eyes with utmost love, embrace my flaws and promise to love me till the next fall and many more. No one. None.

But what if you’re not able to see the love through your despairing eyes?

Am I really that unfortunate to not sense the love that exists? Am I really that flawed to not notice the one who loves(me)?

Not unfortunate, my love. Just despaired. He thought.

Look at those unfortunate trees, shedding the leaves with teary eyes but with the hope that they’ll retreat the next spring.

Well I have no one to hope for to come back. No one to say goodbye to, with the hope that they’ll come back.

The one who actually loves, will never leave, Susan. You wouldn’t ever have any goodbyes to give, a kiss to spare, or a hand to wave. Believe me. He’ll stay. All you have to do is remain like a tree, waiting for your hope and love to grow back like the leaves. Said the boy to the girl he loved.

Well, will you?

Will I what?

Will you stay?

Yes, had I loved you. He said, with a voice almost cracking, sweaty palms and teary eyes.

She cried a little and he smiled.

As he left for Vietnam, he waved at her as she waved back and he turned his head. She waved while muttering a love you behind his back.

As he muttered a love you too.

And so she waited like a tree in the fall, seeing her favourite flower gloom, waiting for the spring to come and bring him along.

©Khushi Suneja

Just in case you’re having a bad day \\k.s

Just in case you’re having a bad day (or perhaps think so) think of:-

  1. A woman who just had a miscarriage and is feeling suicidial. Think how she must be feeling.
  2. A bride whose bridegroom didn’t turn up on the wedding day. Can there be anything worse?
  3. A little boy who lost his grandparents this morning.
  4. A little girl who just lost her parents in an accident.
  5. An old woman who lost her young son who’s in the army.
  6. A toddler whose dog just took it’s last breaths.
  7. A beggar who died in an accident leaving behind a starving family on the street.
  8. A teenager who had to slit her/his wrist due to peer pressure/rape/ragging/pressure from elders.
  9. A father who witnessed his little daughter fracture her foot.
  10. A mother who’s son lost his control over the arm due to a bullet shot.
  11. A man who got crippled for life due to someone else’s (doctors’) fault/carelessness.
  12. A woman who just lost her eye sight due to a serious illness.

    Just think of such scenarios and ponder over. Do you think your plight is worse than theirs? Don’t you think that their plight makes yours look insignificant now?

    There’s so much to thank for. So many things to smile about. But all we do is make our materialistic self cry over a mere thing. Consider a beggar now, who just begs all day, but doesn’t get enough bread to fill his and his family’s empty stomachs. And here we are….complaining for not getting enough cheese on our pizza or enough meatballs in noodles. Instead of donating a proportion of our meal to the beggar, we actually go about weeping over it not being enough.

    Whenever you get these thoughts just take a step back and wonder whether you’re actually having a bad day. Appreciate when you must and thank when you should. And the most important thing … Stop Complaining.Once you do you’ll realize that it wasn’t a bad day at all. All that makes a day ‘bad’ is simply your attitude. Change your attitude into gratitude.

    And you will never have a bad day again. ☺

    © Khushi Suneja