Poetry

By Tortuted Poet What am i ? living With all this burning rage  Caring how others perceive and worry about there gaze ! What am i ? When I'm trying to bury this rage filled no self conscience self of mine  But somehow this self of mine finds it way back up to my head when a inconvenience occurs and it conquers this stoic mind of mine  What am i ? When i sometimes want to scream out loud while shoving knives in chests of people who have made the way i was that i am now trying

By Tortuted Poet I shall make a fire, a bigger fire indeed To burn up this cold longing heart covered in the snow of this cruel winter I will not win back my spring until I hear you lighting up a fire letting me know that our spring has once again yet bloomed  The traces you left for me with your promise of coming back soon to me has not touched since you have left , now it's covered up deep inside this cold snow that is my heart indeed  When will my spring come back  Oh, whe

By Tortuted Poet Want to cradle up in arms of you  My heart was blue  Before i met you  Yes it's true The attraction grew  Now i don't know what to do  With you and i know you are always going to be my favourite muse  Paint me like I'm your mona lisa and capture my heart in every mesa  You are the muse every poet would die for just to catch a glimpse of you Where did you come from  Were you sent from heaven to save this poor soul of mine i would take out my life cut out my he

By Tortuted Poet Not just anybody, I imagined you with this feeling That you're the one for me from the start, all this time... I can't remember anything before you; I'm lovesick by the amnesia you've caused me, feelings for you got the best of me. Now I feel everyone before was a waste of time; you're the centre of my attention. In my reflection, all I see is you now. I'm afraid, what if I'm not the one you need? A simple hello from you has turned my world upside down; do yo

By Tortuted Poet Rain down on me, oh rain down on me from a great height. Rain down on me, so I can think straight. Rain down on me, so I can wash off myself of being unlovable. Am I unloved by my friends, by my mother, by my own self? Stripped off into the feeling of looked at but never seen. Come on, rain down on me from a great height, so I can think straight. A great friend of mine once said, "I still remember us as great friends we were." But then I go say something so s

By Aadharshini D S What a World! Does people lost themselves in bloody dark? Being their hearts locked in coffin Mind blindfolded with GENERATION. By Aadharshini D S

By Aadharshini D S You were the most beautiful dream I have ever dreamt, soft as moonlight, bright and perfect. But the whole thing vanished as a mist as the sun shone— no warning, no goodbye… just gone. The memories you gave shattered my heart. Now even the cracks whisper your name. And the shattered heart has reminded me of you always, like a wound that won’t heal, or a song I can’t forget. By Aadharshini D S

By Aadharshini D S Neither is the gap between two things, people, cities, countries, or continents, nor the ticking of time to be measured. It dwells in a single soul, split between two places, longing, feeling, enduring. An isolated heart drift in silence' carrying emotions too vast to confine, yet binding two souls as one. By Aadharshini D S

By Aadharshini D S The only thing that lingers still, When all have left, is this— A heart in shreds, a hollow ache, A ghost of love that once knew bliss. Once warm, once bold, once full of light, It poured out love with reckless grace. Yet never found a single soul To stand, to fight, to take its place. Now cold, it breaks in silent screams, With memories sharp as jagged glass. A choking breath, a trembling pulse, A love that none would hold—alas. By Aadharshini D S

By Aadharshini D S The only thing that remains with you when all have left -  is the shredded heart, stitched with memories that never fade, now turned cold,  tightening the chest, choking the breath, spiraling into silent panic. But once, it was warm - a master of love, of care, of giving. Yet never once did it find a soul who stayed, who fought, who made it whole. By Aadharshini D S

By Aadharshini D S I don’t know why people fight in love. They say it’s fine—that storms bend the tree, but never break it. That after the thunder, roots dig deeper, leaves learn the light. But what if the lightning leaves a scar? A crack that no season can heal? If the fight is to hold your love, why must it wear the face of rage— or worse, the silence that chokes the air? Why can’t it come as love itself does: slow, patient, a hand on the wound, a voice saying stay instead

By Aadharshini D S Yeahh! I am a girl who stands confused at the center of all chaos. I am a girl who feels like an immature daughter to my parents. I am a girl who is a symbol of my parents' love, carrying a mountain of trust. I am a girl who still seeks betterment in life. I am a girl who longs for true love. I am a girl who believes in the universe and destiny. I am a girl who never behaves like a good sister. I am a girl who wants my people to be truly mine. I am a girl w

By Aadharshini D S Your love made me a beggar Made me beg for your time, Made me beg for your replies, Made me beg for your attention. I am just a girl - Who always needed to be treated the way I once was, Who always needed the words you affirmed, Who always longed for the love you poured, Who always wanted your presence around, Who always... always... always... begged. I begged in silence, in whispers, in cries, In unsent messages in sleepless nights. I begged in the spaces

By Aadharshini D S I fooled myself into believing I had written the full stop to your chapter, my love. But the truth was— my heart never inked that mark. You remained, a never-ending manuscript in my soul, lines unfolding beyond the margins of time. Every full stop I imagined was only a disguise; each one curved back into a semicolon— a pause, not an end, a breath between sentences, a promise that your story would linger on in mine. By Aadharshini D S

By Aadharshini D S When I dwelt around you, the only thing I ever pictured was you. But then everything turned topsy-turvy— I lost myself within you. I was lost, the way I would always be, searching for inner peace. My mind — once clear — grew unstable, fogged, dragging me into slow brain-rot. The cheerful smiles, the unleashed thoughts— everything slipped into nothingness. And in the end, I lost us. By Aadharshini D S

By Meghaa Mundhra In solitude's gentle grasp, I find my solace deep, Where silence reigns, and tranquil secrets keep, So does my shadow dance in the soft moon's light, As stars above shimmer through the night. The starry skies form a cosmic choir's grace, For this enchantment, I feel a deep embrace, No need for words in this serene retreat, As in your company I find succour bittersweet. Rejoice, and your halls shall teem with revelry's grace, Grieve, and you'll bear your sorr

By Meghaa Mundhra From shadowed corners, we rise like the dawn, Dreams shimmering bright, courageously born, Though battles may etch their marks upon our soul, The unwavering spirit of women makes us whole. Confined in a world where men hold sway, Our potential they disregard, with a dismissive nay, As daughters, we carry a weight untold, Deemed barren, incomplete, a label grown cold. Hypocrisy's cruel dance, a baffling sight, For sons' transgressions fade in the pale light,

By Meghaa Mundhra Once familiar eyes now hold a distant view, Shared laughter's echo, a faded, forgotten trace. Paths that once met, now diverge and twist, Leaving moments to vanish, like memories in mist. Paths we once walked, side by side, hand in hand, Now drift apart like rivers from the same land. The familiarity we cherished now fades away, Fading into faint whispers of yesterday. In days gone by, we walked as one through it all, All our emotions together would shine li

By Meghaa Mundhra In solitude's gentle grasp, I find my solace deep, Where silence reigns, and tranquil secrets keep, So does my shadow dance in the soft moon's light, As stars above shimmer through the night. The starry skies form a cosmic choir's grace, For this enchantment, I feel a deep embrace, No need for words in this serene retreat, As in your company I find succour bittersweet. Rejoice, and your halls shall teem with revelry's grace, Grieve, and you'll bear your sorr

By Meghaa Mundhra Amidst the silence ,shadows silently creep, Encircled with seclusion,a secret I keep. Surrounded by familiar warmth, an embrace, Yet solitude persists,an unknown trace. In a fading laughter and a hollow song, A feeling lingers that something's wrong. Isolation, a silent scourge, my friend, Refusing to let my scar amend. Loved ones knit,a comforting array, Yet a disconnect always seems to stay. Loneliness seen as a silent tide, In love's warmth, it still resi