did you move on already?
i thought I meant something for you.
But, guess what?
I was just a... Passing cloud.

did you move on already?
It feels scripted or Is it my delusion?
cannot fathom any.

did you move on already?
Was it  real or love filled with uncertainty?

You moved on,
what could i even mean to you?
When i was willing to confess, Yet, i didn't.
you thought it was silence,
but it was storm in disguise.

You moved on, As I realised-
you looked at me,
as if I wasn't the one you loved.

You moved on,
When my feelings meant nothing to you,
while i was breaking apart.

it was the sacrifice, you'd never could fathom.
it was my smile, which fills the void between us.
it was the distance which healed you, but instead it broke me.
Was it really universe wish to break us apart?

She still wanders,
In search of an answer. :)
-Akshitha

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

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

her soul wandering,
Amidst the crowd
In a city of lights,
Bright while outshining the stars.
A whiff,a silence... Stood apart-
while, mind begged to stay still.
crowd felt familiar
Yet, her soul drowns in loneliness.
Her soul echoes with memories.
Living with the nostalgia-
who am I without it?
She needles herself, with joy in disguise.
She craves to feel it again.
She gave herself, but what's the use?
She lost.
The lingering anger within her endure,
was it all meant nothing?
Yet, she's contended with purpose of visit,
Is she meant to stay or destined to leave?
She still wanders,
In search of an answer.
-akshitha.

oh, the strong urge to be young again—
pinches my heart so deep within.
isn't it great being young?

oh, i still remember,
the knee bruises while playing,
such chaos has never appeared again—
isn't it great being young?

a child wouldn't mourn
for love, care.
world loves them.
everything appears fine until
they grow up.
isn't it great being young?

the child knows nothing,
neither the world nor the cost of living.
but, the joy in being;
happiness to them is inevitable.
isn't it great being young?

younger ones often get uplifted—
might own many hobbies,
perceived as an "over-achiever."
isn't it great being young?

the same child grows up, realizes
suffering is inevitable.
they deal with unfeasible expectations
for the world,
once an over-achiever, always an over-achiever.
younger ones never had it easy
isn't it great being young?

now, the suffering feels permanent,
while joy is temporary.
growing up, they realize—
didn't everything change?
so, is it great being young?

a younger child—akshitha.