Category Archives: Poetry

We Could Have Been More

I would miss you endlessly, when apart

You would kiss me to mend my heart

I would cuddle you when a storm lingered by

You would walk me home, hug me when I cry

I would shower you with all my gushing

You would shake your head, say sweet nothings

I would surprise you with your favourite meals.

You would wink at me and damn, those feels!

You would promise me the stars, the sun, the moon

In the cover of night I would sneak in your bedroom

We would talk about anything and everything

We would look at each other and say nothing

We would compliment each other out of the blue

When we would fight, hell would have no clue

We would say those words of love and care

And pray for this to last, precious and rare

But this was my dream, now growing distant and uncared for

Because there was never a we, but we could have been more.
-m.k.

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Excerpt from my Life part 3 (The last letter to my love)

Dearest Love,

I wish to say so many things to you. So many thoughts I wish to say out loud but alas I can’t find the words. Its silly, really. 

But what’s the harm in trying right? So here goes. 


See, we’ve been through a lot, haven’t we? Of course we have. We’ve come a long way from being strangers. Here we are now, on the crossroads where calling each other friends won’t do justice to the relationship that we have. Definitely more than friends but arguably not lovers

Being affectionate towards each other was normal for us, especially in our own unique ways. I’m referring to you and me calling each other some crazy names and also the time where we threatened to destroy some essential belongings of each other’s. Also let’s not forget the physical proximity and those rare but kind and hugely impactful gestures. 

See, the problem is, somewhere through the journey, my affection grew but not yours. I tried to not let it get to me because believe it or not, it would have affected the way things were between us, however they were– good or bad, doesn’t matter.

Also, you being in love with someone else didn’t really help my situation. 

So, here I am, writing a letter to you which you would never read, I’ll make sure of it. One might say, “Yeah, sure. You’re posting it online!” Don’t worry, I’m covered. My love doesn’t like reading stuff. Chill. 

Coming back, I have distanced myself from you, physically and virtually at least and you know that. There’s a strong possibility of you never hearing from me again, ever; and as much as I hope for it to happen, I know you’re not going to contact me either. You just aren’t like that, you know? Like the ones who make effort for someone they care about. At least in this case, you’re not. And if you have a problem in showing that you care I guess its good that we’re parting ways

You’re gonna be fine without me. You know it, I know it. Can’t say the same about myself.


In any case, until this humongous feeling of love that I have for you goes away from my mind and my heart, I’ll keep looking at your pictures, at our pictures, and I’ll keep walking down the memory lane, reminiscing about our precious times together.


Until I fall out of love with you,

Yours and only yours,

M

P.S. I never got the chance to say this out loud but I fucking love you.

In the middle of a heartache 

I don’t need that morning text from you but it would be nice to see it once in a while.

I don’t need you to pamper me with precious jewels, a rose from you would make me smile. 

I don’t need you to call me and talk all day but you know how much I love hearing your voice at the end of the day. 

I don’t need you to say how much you love me but randomly hearing how much I mean to you soothes my insecurities.

I don’t need you to bring me the moon and the stars, but a cuddle with you as we watch them shine is my fairytale. 

I don’t need you to talk to me on phone for hours on end but hearing you say “baby, please stay” warms my heart. 

I don’t need you say I’m beautiful when my eyeliner is perfect, but hearing you say I’m perfect especially when I’m not, heals me. 

I don’t mind the kisses but hugs would be a cherry on top.

Its the little things you do that make me love you more but it saddens me to say you don’t do them anymore. 

–m.k.

Surya

I’ve traced the ocean waters
I’ve kissed highland breeze
Risen with the misty mornings
I’ve melted antarctic freeze

I’ve warmed the stray on roads
I’ve stirred the crops in fields
I glow in the summer’s June but 
I fade in the winter’s yields 

However, the shadows veil me
As my lover takes his nightly leap
But tomorrow I’ll shine bright, I know
As my moon goes back to sleep
–m.k.

(Credits to the respective owner of the artwork. Found it on Google)

Excerpt from my Life part 2

This won’t be the best of my works. Hell, it’s not even a work. I haven’t been writing lately. Come to think of it, I haven’t been practicing any art.

She’s not happy, my inner artist. Oh no, if she’s anything like me, she’d probably be doing a great show of rolling her eyes at me, her mouth pressed in a straight line. 

Honestly, there’s no one to blame. When you start leading an almost robotic life, the scope of inspiration is reduced to null and the void that is created in the absence of inspiration is fucking heavy to carry everyday. 

Even sadder is that I’ve left small joys of life behind too. Behind what, I do not know. But I don’t apply eyeliner anymore, I don’t do snapchat stories anymore, I don’t read anymore, I don’t crave Kit Kats anymore. Why? I simply don’t have the will to.

Everything that I do nowadays is being done out of obligation. When I wake up, there’s nothing to look forward to and my bed is the only place where I am able to find peace. At least, sleep is faithful to me. 

I don’t love the things that I used to, anymore, but I haven’t developed any new dislikes either. It’s strange! Who was that person that used to skip classes just to enjoy a cup of coffee? 

Again, I don’t have an answer. 

All I know is that the music is losing it’s meaning, the words seem like a jumbled disarray of alphabets, the sceneries aren’t picturesque anymore. Every emotion that is demanded of me is superficial and so are the relationships of which I am required to be a part of. 

You know about how someone becomes a part of your life, you give them a piece of yourselves?

I’ve lost many a people in the span of 2016-2017, literally and otherwise, and I guess somewhere in the process of losing them, I lost myself too.