Tag: Poem
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The Other Side of Midnight: A sapphic love poem
Her sweet whispers rang in her ears Even several summers later. The voice said loud and clear ‘On the other side of midnight, I will meet you under the morning stars’. Her eyes had unshed tears as she got lost In the memories of the night of the Untimely summer storm on which She got…
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Dancing in your Basement: A poem
This is a part of a longer poem which is available for my supporters on Buy Me A Coffee I wish I could forget those bright summer mornings When you and I along with a whole bunch Of sleepy-eyed children of our society Walked to the grassy maidan to defeat (mostly get defeated by) Blossom…
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Longing for Spring: A seasons poem
Oh Winter! I have already said goodbye to you thrice. How do I tell you that I am waiting for someone else to arrive? I want the cherry blossoms of the spring to caress My face during long walks in the evenings. I want sunbeams to grace the steps of my house As I come…
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Things To Do When You Are Recovering From a Cold: A list poem
Fall asleep after a breakfast of besan halwa. Take a nap after ginger honey tea. Watch the latest episode of Abbot Elementary. Have a conversation about local politics And then say your throat hurts when it sways away. Watch some more dreams after lunch. Listen to the audiobook of Pride and Prejudice. Try to take…
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Silent Disco: A poem about loving life
This is a part of a poem about being in love with life. You can check out the full poem by supporting me on Buy Me A Coffee As she skipped down the Baker’s Street With a little spring in her step, Turning around and gazing while Executing pirouettes and Sautés To the silent disco…
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Loving Myself is Not Easy: A poem about self-love
I wish it was easy to love myself. As easy as plucking a peach From the tree in my backyard. But it’s not. It’s like reaching for that lemon That fell in the neighbor’s garden And that’s the neighbor with that ferocious dog who bites with abandon. / Loving myself needs the constant beeping of…
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A list of the greatest mistakes I made: A poem
This is a poem about the mistakes I made during my brief time being alive. / Not learning that the greatest love in life comes from within Believing that art is an inborn talent Giving up sports because I didn’t have the time Not putting down a book that I wasn’t liking Procrastinating on starting…
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The Woman on Platform Number Nine: A poem
This is a poem about a lonely woman sitting on a bench on a railway platform on a cold, windy, winter night There is a lonely woman on platform number nine Clutching an A4 paper in her fist In the middle of the dark stormy night. The howling of the wind passing Through my sheds…
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Love Like A Soft Sunday Morning: A love poem
You have always felt like a soft Sunday morning. Like waking up to the nightingale’s melody Wafting in through the branches of the fruit laden mango tree. Like gentle sunlight filtering through the threads And making check marks on an unmade bed. Like riveting conversations about books and music Over cups of steaming hot coffee…
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Those Were the Days: A poem about college days
Those carefree days of classes and plays, Of rushing to get out at the ringing of the bell And dashing to the Nescafe Before the rest of the lunch crowd. Those long lazy afternoons in the canteen Discussing everything from geopolitics to Taylor’s ME! And bunking the classes just because The debate over American and…