Roses are Perfect\\k.s

Roses are perfect,

Violets are not.

You hated my imperfections,

While I was in love with your flaws.

© Khushi Suneja

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Too much \\k.s

Is it too much to ask for, your love?

Is it too much to ask for when I long for your touch? I want your hands resting on my back, reassuring me everything’s gonna be alright. I want my head resting on your shoulder, your hand stroking my hair, telling me it’s okay. Is it too much to ask for?

Is it too much to ask for, that I desire hearing your voice? Is it too much that I want your soothing voice letting me know my worth? A monosyllable yes leaving your lips whenever I ask if we’re doing good? A little love from the edge of your lips. Is it too much?

Is it too much that I want your presence right beside me? Is it too much I admit your absence kills me? Is it too much when your presence drives me nuts and your absense insane? Is it?

Well, is it too much to ask for your love? Is it, or is it not?

© Khushi Suneja

Mine\\k.s

I cried my eyes out, bled out my soul.
I remember being all nasty, you being all cold.

I was all teary, I was all torn.
You took along my smile, with the fake mask I’d worn.

With every breath that I took,
I wondered what went wrong.
Where was it that what I overlooked.

I was taken aback, to see you leave.
Yes, I was shocked. Yes, I couldn’t believe.

I thought you were my escape,
But you turned out to be fake.
You took all you could, all you could take.
Guess, we were together just for the namesake.

Everything was in a mess,
Yes, I confess.
You turned out to be the demon, when I thought you were the best.

Everything was fine, yes I lied.
Recalled what all I could, yes I cried.

We were going really well, my friends used to say.
Liars, they turned out. With you, they betray.

I thought we were doing okay,
Now what it seems, you only wanted to play.

You played a nice game,
With my heart that was tame.
Yes, you are to be blamed,
For you brought me shame.

We were together at a time,
But now I guess that was a crime.
I thought again we’d begin,
But now I guess that was a sin.

You threw flame in my heart,
Guess what, it was torn apart.
All you did was simply depart,
But felt like you threw in my soul a dart.

Whatever I had thought of you, all assumptions went wrong.
You wronged me, when I thought we were going strong.

I thought we were perfect, our relationship was divine.
But guess what dear, you were never mine.

© Khushi Suneja

My heart\\k.s

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.

©Khushi Suneja

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