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I think flowers and chocolates are overrated.
I think flowers and chocolates are overrated.
By Saaniya Padaria
By Saaniya Padaria
I think flowers and chocolates are overrated
I think flowers and chocolates are overrated
The first step to a relationship; a hesitant outstretched hand
The first step to a relationship; a hesitant outstretched hand
Filled with roses, daisies, sunflowers, a caricature of mismatched colours
Filled with roses, daisies, sunflowers, a caricature of mismatched colours
Scents of dying flowers as they absorb the last rays of their golden mother, a sacrifice of families plucked, devoted to me
Scents of dying flowers as they absorb the last rays of their golden mother, a sacrifice of families plucked, devoted to me
The second step to a courtship are pretty wrapped boxes of chocolates, a successful endeavour if they are my favourite golden and brown elegantly displaying their deliciousness and you,
The second step to a courtship are pretty wrapped boxes of chocolates, a successful endeavour if they are my favourite golden and brown elegantly displaying their deliciousness and you,
Professing your devotion as you plundered through awkward conversations and probing questions to all my friends around
Professing your devotion as you plundered through awkward conversations and probing questions to all my friends around
what does she like?
what does she like?
I think flowers and chocolates are overrated
I think flowers and chocolates are overrated
In their traditional, mass-produced sense an easy way out, succumbing to the romance ploys of companies all around
In their traditional, mass-produced sense an easy way out, succumbing to the romance ploys of companies all around
But let me tell you how I’d profess my love to you, my dear–
But let me tell you how I’d profess my love to you, my dear–
I think flowers and chocolates are overrated
I think flowers and chocolates are overrated
But I’d wrap them in sweet folds of paper memories
But I’d wrap them in sweet folds of paper memories
Each wilting petal carved from the scribbles of our love notes
Each wilting petal carved from the scribbles of our love notes
While we whispered in the library the waft of sweet roses replaced by the intermingling scent of you and me accompanied by just a draft of the bittersweet coffee you left on my breath as you pulled away for every goodbye
While we whispered in the library the waft of sweet roses replaced by the intermingling scent of you and me accompanied by just a draft of the bittersweet coffee you left on my breath as you pulled away for every goodbye
I’d bake chocolate cookies and package them in crinkling foil
I’d bake chocolate cookies and package them in crinkling foil
Sat neatly next to the classic burger you always ordered and a large coke to sip I’d pin all of this together with pictures of us messily eating our way through
Sat neatly next to the classic burger you always ordered and a large coke to sip I’d pin all of this together with pictures of us messily eating our way through
Half of northern Europe on our first backpacking trip
Half of northern Europe on our first backpacking trip
Memos, tickets, receipts and paper napkins presented in the most intricate origami
Memos, tickets, receipts and paper napkins presented in the most intricate origami
Unfolding to reveal a paper trail of evidence of just how you captured my heart
Unfolding to reveal a paper trail of evidence of just how you captured my heart
So yes, I think flowers and chocolates are overrated.
So yes, I think flowers and chocolates are overrated.
Because I wish to show you so much more than just a simple standard of love
Because I wish to show you so much more than just a simple standard of love
I will redefine your standard of love
I will redefine your standard of love
PETTY
PETTY
by Ria Kolarao
by Ria Kolarao
The sky has decided to be petty today.
The sunshine has shied away
Behind the ever so gray clouds.
It is thundering in rage
The sky looks years beyond it's age.
But it won't cry.
It has held back it tears,
And buried it's fears
In the darkness within it.
I can see it is in pain
And feel my own,
So I beg it to just rain
But it won't listen.
They'll call me a coward
It says,
They hate me as it is.
I confess my love for it a million times
So that we can sit and just weep.
But it waits
For everyone to sleep
And then begins to pour.
It is a night of rainstorms
For the skies and my eyes.
Even the moon doesn't dare
To come out and console us
For we are grieving
Not just pain
But also days of anger.
The stars have hidden in fear.
For ever raindrop
And every single tear
Falls on the earth with the force of a meteor.
No one can question us tonight
No one call call us a coward.
For we are brave and so we weep.
The sky has decided to be petty today
And so have I.
झुमके
झुमके
by Ria Kolarao
by Ria Kolarao
याद है वो झुमके जो तुमने दिए थे?
उन्हे पहना नहीं करती थी इस डर से कि कहीं खो न दूँ।
पहला तोहफा था वो तुम्हारे, काश आखरी भी होता।
क्यूँकी अगली बार तुमने मुझे प्यार देना चाहा
और मैं भी उसे कबूल कर बैठी।
धीरे धीरे उस प्यार के बदले मेरा सब तुम्हे दे दिया मैंने।
आखिर मेरे पास तुम जो थे किसी और कि जरूरत जैसे खत्म सी हो गई थी।
और जब तुम चले गए तब हर ज़रूरत से मुँह मोड़ लिया मैं ने।
तुम जो छोड़ गए इस जहाँ का साथ छोड़ दिया मैंने।
कई दिन बीत गए और बीत गई कई रातें।
मैं मैं नहीं रही, बस खुद की परछाई सी बनकर रह गई हूँ।
तुम्हारे बाद न जाने कितने ग़म सेह गई हूँ।
तुम्हारे दिए गए दर्द अब नम हो गए हैं।
यादें भी कम हो गई है।
तुम्हारी हर कड़वी बात पहले की तरह नहीं खटकती।
तुम्हारी हंसी अब कानों में नहीं खनकती।
हर अश्क पर अब तुम्हारा नाम नहीं।
खुदा ही जाने ये गलत है या सही,
लेकिन बाज़ार में गिरे उस झुमके की तरह
तुम भी कहीं पीछे से छूट गए हो।
अब एहसास ये सोने नहीं देता, रोना भी चाहूँ तो रोने नहीं देता।
कितना भी भूलना चाहूँ लोगों को, ये दिल किसी से पराया होने नहीं देता।
जितनो को मान अपना, दिल लगाए थे।
अरे वो सब तो बस साये थे, जान कर भी कुछ जानने नहीं देता,
ये दिल किसी से पराया होने नहीं देता।।
हर रिश्ता रख देख चुके मीज़ान में, कुछ ना कुछ तो कमी मिली सबके ईमान में,
क्यों सबकी तरह हमें भी मतलबी होने नहीं देता, ये दिल किसी से पराया होने नहीं देता।।।
के अब ये एहसास सोने नहीं देता, ये दिल किसी से पराया होने नहीं देता।।
Saanya Verdia
Saanya Verdia
Book: Transcending Boundaries
Book: Transcending Boundaries
•Triggers•
Buried in the back of your head
All the bad things put to bed.
Kept in the dark with all your will power
Pushed away before they push you over
New arrivals push the old ones further down the back of your mind but little did you know the smallest trigger brings it all back to life.
You feel weak and you feel low
But everything comes back with a heavy blow.
It’s not easy
It’s not easy to forget about something that once broke you when the new arrivals bring it all back to take one rebuild piece of you away again.
It’s a messed up state of mind.
A vulnerable mindset ready to give you a jump scare every once a while.
Not coming alone but making everything you’ve been through before resurface as if it wants you to feel like you’re drowning in your buried emotions and experiences, making you feel like you’re going through all of it all over again.
Maybe it gets better but one trigger has the capability to take away a vital piece of the puzzle you’ve been trying to build to feel okay again.
All your efforts have been lost in vain.
BLOG
BLOG
Vidisha Kedia
Vidisha Kedia
Ruchi Shahagadkar
Ruchi Shahagadkar
I am a writer, a photographer, a dreamer. I am a hopeful romantic, a fighter and yet a rebel in terms of ancient society.
I am Ria Dabhade. A young soul who keeps on challenging and pushing her limits.
BLOG - https://www.sparkyourcuriosity.net/
Instagram page: https://www.instagram.com/spark_your_curiosity/
Ria Dabhade
Ria Dabhade
Robin James
Robin James
Truth
Truth
By Robin James
By Robin James
I can see patterns plotting themselves here, there, everywhere. More unravel each moment as I come to notice, with all barriers dropped, all inhibitions broken, for the pain of insanity is more comforting than the bitter truth
I want a lot of things, A respite from trying to find a point in everything; A relief from all the performance pressure; Some hope after seeing the one thing you love die; I want a spark in the right direction
As today I am being set on fire, and it is not the fire of resilience that I used to have within me. I am burning to ashes and I have developed a liking for the pain for that seems to be the only thing that is definite
Pain is trustworthy, it always comes around, always finds its way to make me reconsider everything I have ever believed in...
And then that fire goes away, I become numb, I begin to drown; all important things start fading away in the distance. I start getting some version of peace
Despite being miles away from the most isolated fragment of truth, I see beautiful visions- Isolated I stand in the middle of nowhere staring at the sky, staring at the twilight looking at beautiful intermingling patterns of blue, orange and a passionate scarlet; as it begins to spark something that I did not know was still inside of me
The courage to face the truth helps me find myself, regain myself, prepare myself, for all that is to come, for all that is left to achieve.
of songs
of songs
By Manasvi Kamdar
By Manasvi Kamdar
Sing me songs of love before you leave, sing me songs of love when you see my pillow drenched with tears. For I’ve spent nights trying to get love out of the way, I’ve spent months hoping that it will not hurt this way. But all it takes is one memory, one song, one breath to feel him here again. To feel him haunt me. I wonder why you play with my fingers that way. I wonder why you hold me that way. That way, which I never want to forget. And you kiss me like it is our last kiss. You hold my hands like you’re saving me. And god, you are. You are saving me from misery only to pour more upon me. And then you hum a familiar tune, a song we dance to, a song of goodbye, a song of love, right before you leave. Right before you walk out that door where we first kissed. It’s funny how much meaning thresholds can carry. A burden of love along with a cassette and a glass of wine. A shirt that is stained with so much love that it reeks of happiness. And the smell of you. And you hold me like it is the last time you’ll ever hold me. Protecting me. And god, you are. You sing the song in a whisper as if it is a secret between you and me and you tell me that you’re not going anywhere. You tell me with so much love and I wonder if it is you who can read my soul or me who bears it to you. You tell me how much love you feel in this moment right before you pull me into a hug, fixing me in ways I cannot describe. In ways, that I never want to forget. And you sing till the night turns to day. Minutes before you turn around to walk away.
Manasvi Kamdar
Manasvi Kamdar
Closer
Closer
By Manasvi Kamdar
By Manasvi Kamdar
You lie on the floor like broken chandeliers, in tiny pieces, unaware of the beauty you hold. I lie on top of you, conceding my skin to the pieces of you. And I bleed in colors of you, onto you. How have I fallen on this ground? How am I unaffected despite of you being so close to me? You’re looking at me, and the life starts leaving you so I only owe you mine. I’d give you a thousands suns, a thousand lungs, only so you live as me in a world that feels unreal. Where have we come baby, why do you feel so distant, are our souls in a faraway universe? Where have we come baby, this place I have to be without you? This pain I have to bear without you. Hold me closer, I’m unafraid to run out of life, at least, you will live on with my last breath. What’s left to lose if I’ve already lost you? What’s left to lose if I’ve already lost you?
Poetry
Poetry
By Manasvi Kamdar
By Manasvi Kamdar
I wish I’d run out of poetry someday, so I won’t have to remember you along the pages of my books, I wish I’d run out of poetry someday, so you wouldn’t be another heartbreak but rather live and in person. You exist as a muse, but your presence is all the life I need. I don’t want to need you anymore, so I wish I’d run out of poetry someday and that my words would cease to exist like you cease to exist from now and then. But you come back to life and haunt until you can’t anymore, I breathe until I can’t anymore. I wish I’d run out of poetry someday, so I can stop living within these pages and be lost in memory forever, so I don’t leave a mark when I’m gone, no wretched stain. I wish I’d run out of poetry someday, so I can finally talk about goodbyes and not be ashamed of what reality is to me. I guess I’ll have to go with a heart half broken and half bleeding. I wish I’d run out of poetry someday only to be gone forever.
Shanaya Mittal
Shanaya Mittal
This timeline warps my mind, Splits my thoughts into various versions of what life is versus what I wanted it to be
Some days I feel like me, Other days I look in the mirror and wonder who’s she?
I have learnt to cope up with this setup that displays itself with such daze that all I can do is raise my voice so that it is higher than the one inside my head.
I can tell it to shut up. To shut up and stay away because I don’t know what’s happening either
One moment I’d be laughing the next, my tears escape like the raindrops in the city.
Howling into the oblivion, Missing something about someone somewhere, Always unaware of what who and where.
Shut up! Just shut up! This is not me
Who is she? This girl in the mirror.
Her smile is broken, Her heart is bleeding like slaughtered sheep bleating till reduced to another silenced scream. This is not me
Mom said you are who you want to be but all I can do is sleep away every hour of the day, And prey into the night on Netflix movies till the next day.
This is not me. Who is she?
Worries and troubles, imagine falling down a pit, make that feeling double.
Anxieties hitting me like the iceberg hit titanic, Havoc dissolved into a subtle doom, Inevitable gloom. This is so not me.
Caged, Enraged each day, jumping across till a new sun rays hits the side of my bed.
This is not who I used to be. I used to be free. From the threads of time pulling me, Body mind and soul now ripping into three.
If growing up, moving on are all part of life, I refuse to embrace the change.
Because if the world is a stage, I chose my role long ago.
Is This girl in the mirror me? I don’t want to be you anymore
Maybe if I count to 4, This nightmare will fall apart because people give up after a count of 3 and if there’s one thing I still hold on to, that is me never letting go.
Is this girl in the mirror, me? She is the count of three. The fourth step is a leap of faith, Into freedom that she isn’t taking.
That girl in the mirror, is me. Too less than what I want to be. I’ll jump someday, maybe. Till then. One two three, That girl in the mirror is me.
by Shraddha Krishnan
by Shraddha Krishnan
Dear society,
You trap people like a cage,
Breaking through you is like a maze.
You give superficial definition,
Every individual superficially begins to aim to achieve perfection.
If people don’t follow your ideals,
You begin to question their existence.
You think you know it all,
But have you ever self reflected?
You don’t let people live their way,
And when they do; you become a barrier, a barrier that doesn’t leave.
You define success and beauty by your elements but do you ever dig deep down to understand your elements?
People attempt to climb the ladder of freedom by ignoring you,
But you never let them go too.
You’re a monster,
A monster that takes away our happiness, our mind, our beliefs and to an extent even our life.
You ; body shame, slut shame, give tags to people and neglect people.
If anyone refuses to accept you or your ideals then you just refuse to accept them.
Hypocrisy runs in your blood,
Betrayal is a part of your soul.
Lies come out of your mouth like water from a waterfall,
Indeed you are clever after all.
Dead
by Shraddha Krishnan
Dead
by Shraddha Krishnan
It was like a deadend. A deadend from where I could never look back. A deadend full of disappointments and sorrow. It felt like my lonely self was full to the brim with sorrow and tears, it felt like a syringe was being inserted, piercing my frágiles skin and sucking out all my blood. I was hopeless. Happiness was no longer an option for me anymore and that was I realized that this was it. This is my life now.
DEVI DANG
DEVI DANG
मजबूरियाँ
मजबूरियाँ
- देवी डैंग
- देवी डैंग
दवात में जब मोरपंख ने डुपकी लगायी,
दवात में जब मोरपंख ने डुपकी लगायी,
तब नीली स्याही ने उसे अपने गले से लगा लिया |
तब नीली स्याही ने उसे अपने गले से लगा लिया |
स्याही बोली,
स्याही बोली,
प्रेम है मुझे तुमसे, रहो तुम मेरे संग,
प्रेम है मुझे तुमसे, रहो तुम मेरे संग,
मोरपंख ने फिर कहा,
मोरपंख ने फिर कहा,
हूँ मैं कर्म से बंधा, कागज़ को है मेरा इंतज़ार...
हूँ मैं कर्म से बंधा, कागज़ को है मेरा इंतज़ार...
किन्तु,
किन्तु,
एक वादा मैं भी करता हूँ,
एक वादा मैं भी करता हूँ,
लौट के आऊँगा तुम्हारे पास,
लौट के आऊँगा तुम्हारे पास,
क्योंकि जब तुम्हारा अंश मुझमें से ख़त्म हो जाएगा,
क्योंकि जब तुम्हारा अंश मुझमें से ख़त्म हो जाएगा,
तो मैं भी अपंग हो जाऊँगा |
तो मैं भी अपंग हो जाऊँगा |
अजनबी नहीं है हम
अजनबी नहीं है हम
- देवी डैंग
- देवी डैंग
अजनबी नहीं है हम
अजनबी नहीं है हम
न परिवार हैं
न परिवार हैं
दोस्त तो हैं मगर
दोस्त तो हैं मगर
ये दोस्ती कुछ ख़ास है
ये दोस्ती कुछ ख़ास है
शायद उन्हें एहसास है
शायद उन्हें एहसास है
शायद वो अनजान हैं
शायद वो अनजान हैं
मगर इस शायद के सागर में हम
मगर इस शायद के सागर में हम
डूब कर परेशान हैं
डूब कर परेशान हैं
रोज़ बात न भी करें
रोज़ बात न भी करें
तब भी हम पास हैं
तब भी हम पास हैं
कौन सी है ये डोर
कौन सी है ये डोर
जिसे मीलों का नाप है?
जिसे मीलों का नाप है?
बात करते करते
बात करते करते
वक़्त जैसे बह जाता है
वक़्त जैसे बह जाता है
पर ये वक़्त ही है
पर ये वक़्त ही है
जिसने समझा ये नाता है
जिसने समझा ये नाता है
इतनी बार देखा है उनको
इतनी बार देखा है उनको
इतनी बार की है बात
इतनी बार की है बात
पर कभी कुछ कहा नहीं
पर कभी कुछ कहा नहीं
कहीं छूट न जाये ये साथ
कहीं छूट न जाये ये साथ
शायद हम कुछ कह सकते थे
शायद हम कुछ कह सकते थे
कर सकते थे मन के हालात बयां
कर सकते थे मन के हालात बयां
पर वो लफ्ज़ उस कैंची की तरह होते
पर वो लफ्ज़ उस कैंची की तरह होते
जो उस रिश्ते की डोर को बाँटकर
जो उस रिश्ते की डोर को बाँटकर
दे देते एक रूप नया
दे देते एक रूप नया
इसी बदलाव से डर लगता है
इसी बदलाव से डर लगता है
कहीं बिगड़ न जाये बात
कहीं बिगड़ न जाये बात
कहीं दोस्त को ख़ास बनाते बनाते
कहीं दोस्त को ख़ास बनाते बनाते
दोस्ती न खा जाये मात
दोस्ती न खा जाये मात
यही सोच कर एक बार फिर
यही सोच कर एक बार फिर
दिल की बात दिल में रख लेते हैं
दिल की बात दिल में रख लेते हैं
न परिवार न अजनबी
न परिवार न अजनबी
दोस्त को दोस्त ही रहने देते हैं
दोस्त को दोस्त ही रहने देते हैं
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