no, im not okay.
people often ask,
what's wrong?

No, im not okay,
when got asked,
I'd never have the right answer.

No, im not okay.
I yearn for things,
betraying my own dignity.

No, im not okay.
living with belief,
but lost the hope.

No, im not okay,
I drown in my thoughts
with a desire to die the next morning.

No, im not okay.
yet, she pretends;
she is.

she still wanders,
in search of an answer.
-akshitha

I pluck petals,
one by one
each petal falling on earth

it escapes trough the wind, later.
just like i'd escape thoughts

I'd drown myself in swamp
until i lose my breath

I'd stop drowning,
once I reached the shore.
-akshitha

do men even love anymore?
coming from a woman who gave it all—
who still couldn’t fathom what is at the heart of men.

she had the love,
was it difficult to appreciate?
the late-night paragraphs,
the never-ending patience of hers,
the letters,
the affection—
she loved him, even in her chaos.
she wanted to be loved too.

she had the doubt,
was it difficult to reassure?
the same repeated cycles
led to trust issues.
she betrayed her dignity
to love you.

she had the effort,
was it difficult to reciprocate?
she who gave it all
was content with the bare minimum.

she, despite all the things that hurt her,
couldn’t unlove one
who she once loved.

she waited,
until she couldn’t anymore.

To the men-
make em feel loved, without em begging.
-akshitha

aren't we still friends?
I know a lot bout you,
Yet, I don't.

Aren't we still friends?
we had tons of conversations,
yet, we couldn't come to conclusion.

Aren't we still friends?
the memories play inside me
like the movie never ends-
but, we ended.

aren't we still friends?
Just young soul's discovering their path.
Would it be fair to judge?
so, are we still friends?

Well, how could you look at me and pretend,
I'm someone you never met?
Are we strangers now?

she still wanders,
In search of an answer
-akshitha

You called it love, then cut me open. Said it didn't hurt just a plastic knife.

But I loved you, so I didn't flinch. And that's why I still bleed.

i like sitting in the corners of the house, quiet but lonely
where a house is not a home-
it is fascinating to me,
reading every corner of humans mind,
staring into the void,
you lost the touch, but still can see,
hyperaware of what you're missing on,
trying to fit in, but not in corners.
such corners, brings in solitude,
takes away the connection you need.
choosing to isolate while
the ultimate desperation of connection,
binds your soul into threads.
when the soul's purpose is to find a connection, within or outside,
is this being human enough or a human who ran out of desperation?
yet, living with hope in disguise.
a hope to fit in, but not in corners.
-akshitha