Lalit Kumar

Lalit Kumar Apr 11

I won’t lie to you—
There was a girl once.
Not a fantasy,
but a fire I tried to hold with bare hands.
She didn’t break me,
but loving her made me bleed in verses.

Yes, I wrote poems that smelled like her.
Yes, I smiled at memories I can’t erase.
But no—
She wasn’t you.
She was the storm I mistook for rain.

When you ask me,
"Who was she?"
I won’t flinch.
Because you won’t be standing in her shadow—
you’ll be the light that ends it.

You’ll never have to compete with my past.
You’ll be the reason I finally leave it behind.
You won’t need to fight for a place in my heart—
you’ll walk in and find the room already made.

You see,
she was the chapter that taught me pain.
But you…
You’re the page I’ll never stop rereading.
Not because you’re perfect—
but because you're real.

So when the questions rise in your chest,
when jealousy knocks on your ribs,
just remember:
I’m not here to hide anything.
I’m here to build something
so sacred—
even the past kneels in reverence.

And if I ever look into your eyes and say,
"You're the only one I see,"
know this—
it's not because there were no others...
it's because none of them stayed long enough to become forever.

A heartfelt poem for the one who'll stay — the woman who’ll embrace your past, not fear it. It's a confession from a man who's loved, lost, and learned that real love doesn’t ask you to forget, it asks you to be honest and still stay. This is for every soul who's ever worried that their past might cost them their future.

#fortheonewhowillstay #realloveheals #pastisnottheenemy #unfilteredheart #poetryfromthesoul #whenloveismature #nomoreghostsonlygrowth

Lalit Kumar Apr 8

A Ray I Couldn’t Hold

I saw you again, not in presence, but in light,
A flicker in the reel, a whisper in the night.
Your hands, adjusting your saree with grace,
Unaware, you burned your name on my gaze.

In a crowd of colors, you were the calm,
A breeze in winter, a hush in a psalm.
I laughed at my heart, stubborn and wild,
Still dreaming of you like a foolish child.

They say fate draws lines we cannot bend,
That some stories are not meant to transcend.
But I—
I have danced with the idea of us in my mind,
In a parallel world where rules are kind.

You wore tradition like a crown that day,
And I, a silent poet, looked away.
But in dreams, I held your hand, so light—
Not to keep, just to feel it once right.

They won’t let me call you mine, I know,
Same roots, same echoes, that’s how these go.
But hearts don’t know of caste or clan,
They bloom when they simply can.

So if you ever wonder, even in disguise,
Why a breeze feels familiar, or tears just rise—
Know this:
You were a chapter I couldn’t rewrite,
A light that warmed me… then slipped out of sight.

#unspokenlove #forbiddenfeelings #heartfeltpoetry #loveunsaid #parallelhearts #soulconnections #poetryoftheheart #dreamsanddesires #emotionalverse

Lalit Kumar Apr 7

Encircled

He traced my limits with dripping fate,
A careless god with a water-drawn gate.
I ran in circles—dry shrinking fast,
Each lap a loop, a haunted past.

The lines closed in, the world grew tight,
No sky above, no edge in sight.
Till even breath became a crime,
And drowning felt like passing time.

But something wild refused to die,
Not strength—just rage at a soaking lie.
I kicked the flood, broke rules of grace,
And carved my way through scattered space.

Now here I stand, soaked to skin,
On dry land, breathing in—
Like I was never trapped at all,
Like the flood was just a small downfall

A boy spills water on the ground.
He drags his finger through it, drawing a circle.
An ant gets trapped inside the wet boundary.
It keeps walking, confused, trying to find a way out.
The boy keeps shrinking the space, closing it more with each new water line.
The ant starts circling faster, its dry ground disappearing.
Soon there’s nowhere left to stand—just water.
It struggles, floats a bit, almost drowns.
Then suddenly, it fights back.
Pushes through the water, breaks the trap.
And somehow—it walks out.
Back on dry ground.
Like nothing happened.

#lifemetaphor #antstory #trappedbutnotbroken #survivalmode #drowninginsilence #escapetheloop #mentalstruggles #breakthecycle #pushthroughpain

Lalit Kumar Apr 7

A Stranger Sat Beside Her Silence

I found you in fragments,
not in face—but in feeling.
In verses you left on passing winds,
soft, sorrow-laced, and healing.

A selenophile’s sigh beneath moonlight,
your words, aching like autumn’s breath—
and I? Just a stranger
who mistook your sadness for depth.

I wrote not to be seen,
but to leave a trace in your night.
A quiet thought, a flicker—
never meant to become your spotlight.

But maybe I lingered too long,
near a silence not mine to keep.
Stepped into spaces meant for no one,
where your shadows learn to sleep.

And now I retreat, with hands in pockets,
like an evening walk gone still—
where I should've just sat beside,
not stirred a soul against its will.

So take these words like rain on stone,
they'll vanish before they stain.
Maybe it’s guilt, maybe it’s overthinking—
or maybe... just love without a name.

This is the last you’ll hear from me,
no echoes, no reply—
just a soft goodbye folded in poetry,
and a hope that you reach the sky

(poetry by a soul who felt too much, too soon)

#unspokenfeelings #strangertosilence #selenophilesoul #poetryconfession #felttoomuch #wordsunsent #moonlitthoughts #poeticgoodbye #emotionalwaves

Lalit Kumar Apr 1

when life makes sense

When the sorrow you kept inside starts to burn in a cigarette,
When a genius of science starts writing poems,
And when someone who never listens to anyone starts listening to poems,

With a laptop bag on my shoulder,
Far from home, in a strange city, at a station,
When I see a child crying in his mother’s lap,
I smile and remember my own home,
That’s when life makes sense.

When sleep gets lost in the dark pits under your eyes,
That’s when life makes sense.
When you face words like rent, ration, electricity, and water,
When a fearless heart begins to feel a little scared,
When the burden of home responsibilities starts weighing on your shoulders,
That’s when life makes sense.

When the one who once cried to get a toy,
Now smiles but takes the wounds,
When someone with a heart of stone is broken like a flower,
When someone more precious than life leaves you alone on the road,
That’s when life makes sense.

When making friends seems more difficult than staying alone,
When a dried rose kept in a diary feels more important,
When someone you see in the mirror feels like a stranger,
That’s when life makes sense.

When you want to cry but can’t,
When you grow so big that in the middle of family fights,
You stand firm and when someone asks, “Is everything okay?”
And you say, “Everything’s fine,”
That’s when life makes sense.

When the lie spoken by your lips
Is revealed as truth by someone’s eyes,
When the dreams of someone get devoured by the crowd around them,
When the silence in the room shouts loudly in your ears,
That’s when life makes sense.

When you realize that nothing is like the destination,
When you understand that there’s no destination like the one imagined,
There’s only the road, far and wide,
When the day doesn’t begin even after the sun rises,
When nothing works the way you want it to,
When a grand house has no one to call home,
That’s when life makes sense.

When the moon doesn't show the marks of aging,
When the moon doesn’t show the imperfections and stains,
When the tunes of songs fade into the words of the songs,
When the tears saved all day fall onto the pillow,
That’s when life makes sense.

When coming home on time in the evening seems right,
When the sorrow you kept inside starts to burn in a cigarette,
When a genius of science starts writing poems,
And when someone who never listens to anyone starts listening to poems,

That’s when life makes sense.
That’s when life makes sense.
Love, **** it, still doesn’t make sense.

#liferealizations #selfreflection #strugglesoflife #growthandmaturity #poetryonlife #inner #struggles #human #emotions #personal

Lalit Kumar Apr 1

A sudden unexpected call.....

I sit, the world around me a blur,
Masi talks, but I’m lost in a stir.
Then, the call—unexpected, sharp and bright,
My heart leaps, racing into the night.

Why her, why now? My thoughts collide,
A hundred questions swirl, but none I can hide.
Should I pick up? Should I dare?
Her voice, her presence, it’s too much to bear.

The call drops—disconnected, left to wonder,
My heartbeat thunders like distant thunder.
Then the text, a playful jest,
"Yes, Your Highness," my chest does protest.

She replies, “I need to show you something,”
My pulse quickens, anticipation thumping.
A mystery, a pull, but I can't resist,
I pick up the phone, nervous, clenched fist.

She speaks, her voice like an old, sweet song,
And I hear laughter, where I belong.
But there’s more—Her friend by her side,
And their boyfriends, caught in the tide.

My heart skips—Romantic rival stands, so near,
And I can’t look away, trapped in fear.
She tells him to shut up, her voice a command,
And I watch, helpless, as life slips from my hand.

She turns, showing her saree’s glow,
A princess in pink, stealing my soul.
And I ask, “Are you at Lawgate?” with a smile,
She teases, “MBA,” for just a while.

“I’ll come back too,” I say, trying to play,
But inside I ache, like I’ve gone astray.
Her image haunts me, her beauty remains,
A moment lost, wrapped in chains.

Her voice soft, “Later,” she says with a sigh,
And I stand there, watching her leave, asking why.
She’s with him now, and I’m here, lost,
Her laughter echoes, my heart pays the cost.

We never were, yet we shared it all,
In the same PG, memories that call.
The quiet nights, the shared glances, the unsaid truth,
Now lost in time, like forgotten youth.

Her image stays, as vivid as then,
A beauty, a mystery, forever my friend.
Yet she walks with him, and I stand apart,
A stranger to her, with a broken heart.

Her smile, her saree, the memories remain,
But my heart races, lost in the pain.
Romantic, yes, but sadistic too,
For I loved her then, and still do.

#unspokenlove #heartbeats #lostmemories #romanticpain #fadedconnections #bittersweet #unresolvedfeelings #emotionaljourney #nostalgiclove #saree

Lalit Kumar Mar 30

Whispers of Destiny

I sit with tea, bold and warm,
as rain hums its endless charm.
The earth sighs, a scent so deep,
a fragrance the heavens keep.

Drops dance upon my outstretched skin,
a memory lingers—where to begin?
She was there, a fleeting stay,
if only time had let her sway.

Destiny, oh, a playful tease,
sometimes kind, sometimes a tease.
It brings us close, then pulls away,
a cruel yet wistful child's play.

Yet I won't chase, I won’t demand,
for fate unfolds with unseen hands.
I fear to test what’s meant to be,
but faith—oh, that I set free.

For Krishna, Mahadev, Maa Durga bright,
belief stands firm in endless night.
Do my part, then let it flow,
the rest is not for me to know.

And though that moment hasn’t yet come,
I trust it beats like a silent drum.
For when heart and fate align as one,
the story’s written, never undone.

#destiny #faith #belief #rain #love #hope #fate #krishna #mahadev #maadurga