Memories running wild every night,
Turning out to be a inner fight,
My mind keeps going back to you,
Don't know if my thoughts are true.

My heart flies higher and higher,
Every time I think of us together,
When you pass by, I feel butterflies,
Hard to digest realizing it was all lies.

It would be better for me not to exist,
Reasons that are keeping me, I can make a list.
In this short journey, there was never us,
Not even a thought about me, I guess.

Was worried about the day you’ll forget me,
Nothing will change, even if I get down on my knee,
Proceeding life forgetting all about me,
Hope that's the way it was meant to be.

I made a sharp sword, out of your words, sweet art,
which did cut my heart, tearing it apart,
A piece of my soul is in every verse I pen,
Yet your actions and words shot me like a loaded gun.

By
Sanji-Paul Arvind

blanket and pillows and snacks
chopped and dr pimple popper
tv and instagram and cats
late nights and laughter
sleeping in and staying in
pjs all day

Can you love somebody
But never want to talk to them again
Because their word are filled with such lies
And such hatred
That they can rip you apart
With one syllable

Can you love somebody
But never want to stare into their eyes again
Because their eyes are so empty
Like vast pits
That are never able to see anything real
Never able to see you

Can you love somebody
But never want to hold their hand again
Because nothing is permanent
Give it a couple weeks
And that hand won’t be holding yours
But rather another girls

Can you love someone
But know that you’ll never be loved back
Despite the rejection
Despite the pain
Can you still love him?

Lilies mean I dare you to love me,
Yet no one ever dared before.
She wore unworthiness like armour,
Too afraid to ask for more.

But then their souls collided softly,
A feeling whispered, old yet new.
As if their atoms once had danced,
As if her heart already knew.

Stargazers were her favourite flowers,
Pink petals stretching toward the sky.
She never thought she’d be deserving,
Yet he brought them—without a why.

He told her love was hard to give,
That words don’t spill from heart to tongue.
But every act, each quiet moment,
Spoke of love he left unsung.

The day he gave her stargazers,
She learned that she could bloom as well.
That love was not a war to fight,
But something safe where she could dwell.

Still, they have never said the words,
Three small ones locked behind their lips.
But love is felt in all the ways
That words may falter, break, or slip.

And if they never pass through her,
Then may they come from him instead.
For she could never bear to hear
“I love you” from another’s breath.

in dishes made for food
in cups made to drink
***** hands will hold them up to block the sun

like people forced to work
to soften clanks against their plate

a stair rail forced to break
sits kindly beside it’s well
exactly almost where it’s meant to be

like mom starts her shift
beneath her wheels will turn
and turn and turn

a worn down walking cane
pushed through door handles
assigned to keep it shut against the wind

a woman limps across
with all her weight she leans
between the handles, against the creaking crane
exactly almost where it’s meant to be

like when i go to work
the pull of chatting with a friend
you feel the forming group
exactly almost where i’m meant to be
exactly almost
exactly almost where I’m meant to be

I can't stand these lonley nights.
I try not to be bitter for it is blight.
It consumes me whole how i lost a future so bright;
The girl, my friends, my dignity gone like waning light.
How can any of this truly be right?
But no matter how hard i stress my plight,
I still come to realise it was never really  right,
For they never cared for me their love was tight,
And in their depature i found the light.
Lonely yes, but now i can stand these nights,
And yes for company i still do fight.
But i know it will come when the time is right.
I guess for now its just another lonley night.

You always beat me
At every game we played
So when I broke your heart
It was only natural that
You'd shatter mine
Effortlessly

They:
Why do you fell for him

She:
The soul that spot my fake smiles,
And stared deep down my turmoiled heart asking,
"Whats that bleeding scar behind your silly play!"

~Varsha Srinivasan