Artists are sensitive
You’d promise
They will remember years after
You’d curse
They will question themselves
Love them
And you’ll find yourselves
In their creations
Author: Kanika
Pour in me
The songs
of wisdom,
The spirits
of the birds,
The soft lessons
of the hardships,
The flirting act
Of eyes,
The feeling
called home
for the ones
who are lost.
Togetherness
Togetherness is not
talking everyday or sharing every crap on daily basis.
Sometimes togetherness is like how a telepathy works.
When you are feeling low or depressed the other one would magically feel something and reach out to you.
The intuition you get time and again as if something isn’t right or your chest suddenly feels heavy, do check out on your people. Its nature’s way of keeping you connected. May be they need help but aren’t able to ask for it. You don’t have to be physically present to gouge their mood.
Togetherness has nothing to do with the distance.
A Soldier’s verse
All the wounds in the world have healed
As I enter the place of light
Lucky are those who were barely alive
And oh-so-lucky who couldn’t made it through the night.
Guns and trenches when became our buddies
How we all laughed at our unfair injuries
“We now only pay for one shoe, Soldier!”
Shrieked a voice, teasing with a contagious laughter.
Those parties in our precious dungeons
Broken ribs, swollen eyes when cured with light punches
What we had lost, what we had gained
It was all in the pride of our nation
Holding the dangerous weapon in our hands
We had to pen down the words for the loved ones we had
“Always be happy. Do not cry”
while I sobbed, longing to see them one more time.
Keeping those letters to safeguard our souls
Let it not reach to the hands we hold
We will be back, find a way to home
And if not that,
“We all did great”, tell our moms.
Your cup of tea
Life is like a cup of tea
Bitter,
Sweet,
Black,
Sometimes herbal,
but life is always your cup of tea.
You only need to be patient
and determined
to realize your own value.
Pouring Rain….
Your love for me was like
Pouring rain!
It touched me
drizzled onto my body.
Ignited my senses
and left me asking for more.
Drenched in my apprehensions
I was too aroused
by your little nudge to this new world.
Too delusional to think that
I may not be the only recipient
Of the colossal bust
of your poetic monsoon
But what I undauntedly believed
that your water(love) was never enough for me
to get drowned in it.
You always left me hanging
as said,
always left me asking for more.
With the feelings, I never confronted before.
With the emotions, I never deserved before.
Though, was stranded
within the rainbow of feelings
but your mini touch felt
like the pearls of shining handiwork
putting life back into me.
When I am writing
When I am writing
a part of me is always wandering
into the abyss of restless nights.
Where I see my subdued thoughts,
repressed memories, and a lone self
concocting stories, weaving scenarios
and projecting it as my art while I’m being watched.
Mind is never empty
my soul isn’t at one place
ever!
It’s everywhere,
Into people and places
What exactly is penned down
at the end.
Do share your experiences while you write …. ❤️