Last one for #PoetryMonth


Do you just detach yourself
And regret attaching yourself
From someone you thought,
For you they’d have fought.
But now the truth lies right there,
And you’ve had your fair share,
Of suffering
And trying
At keeping
The boat afloat.
And you’ve tried a lot,
A lot you fought.
But sometimes you cut the chord,
Even though it might seem hard
Maybe freedom is the only reward,
But soon, you’ll value the liberty,
And find someone genuinely trustworthy.

A/N: Anddd I successfully finish #PoetryMonth yay ^_^ . I’ll probably be taking a tiny break, before posting anything else, but for now i feel so accomplished for having made it πŸ˜€

Good Things are coming.

Oooooh, I got a good feeling.

When the days are bad,
And you end up sad,
Lying in bed, eyes filled with tears,
Silent screams that no one hears,
But you keep going on, telling yourself,
Good things are coming, all will be well.

And its all storm and thunder,
And you’re left to wonder,
If things will ever be right,
But you have faith, you hold on tight,
Sun shall shine, after the rain,
Good things shall come, gone will be the pain.

So when finally, the sun shines,
The dark clouds are gone, after all this time.
And you can feel an inner voice say,
Here is what you wanted, your happy day.
And you look back at how far you came,
You smile and realize you won the game.
And how did you do that? Was it possible?
You knew good things were coming,
You weren’t weak or feeble.

Now you know what to do,
When you feel all alone and blue
So when every negative thought strikes like a sword,
You hold your shield, like a priceless reward.
And you tell yourself what you dearly believe,
Good things are coming, good days to live.


A/N: Sorry for the delay in putting up today’s work.. I kept on procrastinating and later my internet gave up on me πŸ™‚Β 

A little strange.

Finally, summer break.

It feels a little weird,
To be back home,
And a part of me wonders
Will I still feel alone?

And it’s strange adapting to the mannerisms,
Which I actually grew up in,
It’s like a trip back in time
And I don’t know if it’s a win.

It’s a little hard to grasp,
That I’m finally back here
After such a long wait,
Back to my hometown so dear.


A/N: I’M HOMEEEEEE !!!!!!!! Finally, ahhh. 17-hour bus journey later, I’m here for a good 2 months yay!


Literally about my bus journey back home..

Sleeping in buses,
Staring at skies,
As they turn from blue,
To starry blacks.

Opening the windows,
Enjoying the breeze,
Hair blowing with it,
Stomach at a bit of unease.

Getting down and being quick,
In gathering dinner and eating it
Talking and talking and talking,
About utter nonsense, followed by laughing.

And when the journey ends,
Excitement followed by a sad feeling.
Home was the destination
But we also lived for the journey.


A/N: Couldn’t post yesterday coz bus journey and we were pretty much in a lying down position all the time πŸ˜›

Time to go.

I’m back on track πŸ˜›

It’s time, it ends,
For a while, leaving these friends,
But I was so used to it all,
Grown to like it, familiar were these walls.

Missing the comfort of home,
And liking the life alone,
We came a long way together,
From being tiny buds, to spreading our feathers.

And I know it’s not the end,
I know we’ll meet again
And I’ll have a good time home,
But I don’t mind starting over, all alone.


A/N: So, 1 year away from home, and I’m all geared up to go back home, but I have grown to love my PG life and staying away from home ahhh :):


jury πŸ™‚ tomorrow πŸ™‚

Putting so much effort into your work
And judgement day comes
You await what they say,
Your work is all ready and done.
And you want to get through
For this to pass so badly,
But a part of your heart,
Will this work out?
You console yourself, and wait,
For the judgement to come
And you make peace with the fact,
That even if its bad,
You’ll be fine.
Maybe now, maybe later.
But you know you’ll be fine.
Maybe now, maybe eventually.
You’ve seen the storm now,
So just the drizzle, is pleasant.
And you shut that umbrella,
To enjoy it, and walk around,
Embrace it.


A/N: So, the reason I’m writing this, is because my final jury for this academic year is tomorrow, and I’m genuinely worried, seeing that I had a shit jury last semester. But I’m fine even if it doesn’t go well. I’ve fallen last semester, but at least I know my work has improved and isn’t as bad as it was back then. And for this poem, I feel like it also applies to those who are going to go onstage and face a crowd, experiencing that last minute anxiety.. (Been there, done that). πŸ™‚

Unending Nights

These are the nights that never die πŸ™‚

The right people, the right place,
Having fun, away from all stress.
A bunch of close ones, huddled together,
As the stars shine, and cool is the weather.

Playing games, and laughing a lot,
Sharing the food we’d got.
Cussing at each other for no reason,
We talked thunder, lightning, changing seasons.

And as the breeze blew strong,
Blowing our hair, quite long,
We lay there, talking about it all,
And noticing shooting stars that fall.

And as the hours passed by,
And the night started to die,
Each of us wanted time to pause,
Not wanting these moments to be lost.

But when the sun rose,
The black fading, the blue grows
We lay there silently, taking it in,
And going our homes with a smile,
A lot within.


A/N: So, We had a sleepover on our terrace yesterday night, and it was one of those times where I was genuinely having fun. One of those nights, which I wished wouldn’t end. And well, living away from home, I miss my friends back home a lot, so usually when I’m with people I’ve met here, I just feel that I’d rather be with my friends back home, and that I’d enjoy it more with them than with anyone else. But yesterday night was just the perfect amount of everything. And it’s sad that this happened to be the last day of the year when we could do this, seeing that we’ll be heading home soon this week. But hey, there’s three more years I have πŸ™‚