I tell you about my childhood,
my teenage years, my twenties
hoping
wishing
to not share any more stories of coming years
’cause I’d be living those with you.
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Will it be or not be?
Micro Poetry
Rainbows
Why is it most of the times
we only see a part of the rainbow?
It’s to make you believe that
even when you don’t get everything,
you still get a piece that’s worth living for.
Eyes, chico!
Gosh!
The eyes reading this
looks so unsure.
Do you know what
I am sure of?
The depth, your eyes
trying to find in these 4 lines.
Remember!
Oceans too, are unsure,
uncertain of their strength.
Mama, what should I choose?
So what do you do
when you inherit unlimited kindness
from one parent
and an untapped rage from the other?
And I’m dreaming, dreaming, dreaming of you
And I made you my muse
without any expectations
without being loved back
‘Cause you lessened the empty space in my heart
©️kanikachugh
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Fall is coming 🍁
I taste a tinge of autumn in the air today. It’s on days like these when my eyes want to compete with the Sun’s brightness. I’ve often wondered why it’s always autumn, or the onset of it, that makes me value things more before their inevitable end. I’ve realized that I tend to cherish things more when I know they’re about to conclude.
It’s like how a fire burns brightest just before it extinguishes, revealing different facets we didn’t know existed.
Sometimes, I do secretly ache for the things not to change but the fleeting nature of life and the beauty in embracing transformation makes me appreciate that the miles we walk in this life are comprised of both stumbles and falls, regardless, we go through it. These changes within ourselves can be surprising. I’ve come to a realisation that I fall in love too fast. I fall for Fall and the little things around me too easily.
©️kanikachugh
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Don’t cry a river tonight
There will be rain,
lots of rain
when broken-hearted people
will mend their hearts.
The rain of tears
the rain of joy.
The rain of Time
ever lost in pain.
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I don’t want it to pass…
Lame I write and my lover reads with the drool. Makes me wanna watch him and take away his sorrows in my pen.
©️kanikachugh
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The extremes one goes to…
Get me a thinnest stick,
So, I’d keep breaking my crutches
to show you I can be helpless.
I have set up a wrong example
by holding myself pretty well.
That you got to use your favourite
phrase again, slapping me right where it hurts,
“You are strong! You will handle!”