The Untold Story
Too nervous to make a conversation,
I continued on my way to class,
Asking my friends about you,
When I got to know you were new.
Archive for the tag Poems
Poem: Kisi Din, Din Ke Ujaale Mein Milenge Hum [In Hindi]
Someday.
Rainbow
If you could see the world through my eyes
But then, you can't
And I don't expect you to.
I've always seen colors
In places I wasn't supposed to.
Calm And Chaos Of Closeted Truth And Free Lies
My closet is a library, with nested closets filled with epics and love stories of that my heart wishes it would recreate, in this heteronormative world.
My closet frees me, my closet restricts me.
Loss Of Pride
All I did
Was press me
Closer to himself
And hold on
To his thick long hair
Not ready deep down
To part.
6 Years, A Lifetime.
I look down at my rainbow socks, I used to cover them with black school stockings. I stare at them like I stare at my abyss and get caught up amidst flashbacks.
Poem: Disintegration
For you made my world a little happier,
Made my heart a little full
Made my life a little brighter,
Love used to be a mouthful.
Historically Speaking, Of Course
This is a tale about 2 blue-eyed boys in Nazi Germany,
The year was 1938 – a good year for Germany, historically speaking, of course,
United with Austria, a long-lost brother,
Germany continued to bend and stretch and thwart the clauses of the Treaty that had stolen its pride and confined it to the cold, ruthless white hands of the West.
Poem: Half Empty
If I could, I promise I would shower her with everything she ever asked for.
Hold her hand when the woman from across the street stared at us,
hold her face when she shivered in my arms.
Poem: Blood Is Sticky
You realize you were in love when it's far too late
“When you bleed, I cry, and if you cry, I'll break”
And you fell too soon but you were supposed to be straight,
And now you're sitting here, in his blood and cold
Driven into a dead-end by fate.
Poem: Prodigal Son [In Hindi]
Prodigal Son
reflections of her
i picture myself as being a replica of her - a carbon copy
it makes me believe that i am exactly like her and often even confuses me
Poem: Pillow [In Hindi]
Pillow Talk
Poem: The Waters Of Love
i watch her go, in awe of this mesmerising collage of her,
she turns, looking at me gasp at the sheer beauty of her,
acatalepsy
The one that you should spend your life with and bicker over ice-cream flavours and sing love songs off tune and visit places that are just right for Instagram.
To The First Girl I Fell In Love With
the first girl i fell in love with had a shy smile, a just born style
and a profile of a life lived in black and white
see, for the rainbows in your pocket peeked out sometimes
Abstract Nouns
the giggle bubbling at the edge of her throat and eyes glinting with mischief
figures can't encompass the unadulterated joy of playing a prank
Poem: War & Rain
maybe my skin is pale, or it’s not
or maybe i think i’m gay, or i’ve fought
battles and cried and begged for my rights
Musings Of A Desi Lesbian
I am a shell of what’s left of me
I’m not who I used to be
So if you run into the girl I was
Don’t hesitate to tell her, her cause
Give her kindness and give her love
Before she disappears above
And becomes another constellation in the sky
An Absolutely Gross Love Poem
Blue were the days when you thought I wouldn't stay,
Your eyes teary, a challenge, asking me to run away,
But in the middle of the dark woods, we somehow found a way
My words became the music to which you could sway.
