I never let you go
I waited for the possibility of an ‘us’ to erase itself
I never pursued you
I indulged in the thought of loving you
Without wanting to be loved back
Now there’s someone where I could’ve been
I didn’t let you go
I waited for the possibility of an ‘us’ to erase itself
Now there’s an empty space where you have been
For a quarter of a decade
It’s empty but not the absent and something-is-missing kind
It’s space that feels empty but like it could be filled
With some nice
Nice is a nice word to begin with
It was nice loving you


Leafing past ~

I came across a little notebook

With my poems from years ago

How I’ve changed and evolved

I did not think I would ever know


Thinning pages recognize me

The words climb into my lap

Once penned with compassion

They now fill memory gaps


Entwining, they ink through my arms

Surging to where they were conceived

Greeting offsprings, heart beats louder

Verses devour what wasn’t received


In my journey to go forward

I have left behind that little girl

Bent over pages by windows

As now her future unfurls



Oh you pompous little heart

By its own desires, punctured

Compartmentalizing feelings

Has left you deflated, ruptured


Oh you devious little sinner

Singing sonnets of the yellows

Brooding under barren trees, mishearing

The mind’s urgent bellows


Oh you sower of insolent dreams

Vining through a poet’s chest

His widowed parchment as lies in wait

Of the drunk’s weeping best


Oh you captivator of suffering

An alcoholic of self-inflicted sorrows

Had you listened to the mind’s pleadings

You’d have sung of better tomorrows.



It’s kind of centered around this doodle of mine.

Doodle by Pratyusha


— Praty



She breathed in the evening
Her rain-kissed skin, aglow
It’s so calm, she thought
When the mind stops talking,
And you can hear the heart breathing.
You stand in an empty space
And let the silence fill your heart

She thought of the time
A mysterious silence had filled her
And a mere acknowledgement
Had broken it again
And it rained, it rained
Tired, tired of running harder than she falls
Out to the world she calls
Stop, she says, she pleads
But always to the same bottomless pit
The silence leads.



My second for NaPoWriMo.