Her pinks and blues.

Humbled, she lowered her head involuntary,
A zillion thoughts running up there,
She took out time to smile at each.

Drained, she sunk into the nearest couch,
Not one moment feeling tired,
In fact enjoying the tickling pain, as if it was music.

Dazed, she saw something shine in a distance,
Thinking it was a star somewhere far,
Hoping it was a beautiful future though.

Amused, she played with every bit of it all,
Sometimes tired, jolted sometimes,
Juggling with time, space and emotions et al.

She walks the miles, and sails through some stretches,
And gallops through some bits too.
Her adventures, her experiences,
As she collects the material to pen her PINKS AND BLUES 😉

– Stuti

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Emotions pickled.

She feels like a bird ready to fly,
Low or high, only fly.
She feels like a baby, innocent and sweet,
Emotions whatever, ready to weep.

She smiles, she beams,
Not sure why.
Or maybe she knows the reason,
Owning up makes her shy.

A thousand emotions at once,
She is thankful they exist.
Emotional tussles, salad of puns,
They envelope her all, cannot resist.

Fear, love, anger, joy,
Trust, attachment, sadness, surprise.
Emotions pickled that make expression comfortable,
Lest life bland, a difficult to understand PREMISE.

– Stuti

The old table.

An evening to remember
A memory to cherish
A smile, a wink
All as if blurred in a blink.

Those jokes leaving an after taste
Those funny moments, and moments with zero weight
Explanations ridiculous all
Meaningless banter, claims- drunk and tall.

Coffee, sandwiches, chips and shots
Gossips, rumors, make believe plots
Fantasies ahoy! And plans many
Intentions shady, yet consequences seemingly sunny.

She was sitting with her group at their old table
The one in the nooky corner
Wood chipping, scribbling all over
Life years later, more settled not calmer.

Old friends sitting all over again
Reminiscing old times and people
Unlike those days, none had much to say
Counting their words, so they could, and not just may.

Life goes on, and so do cafès
A group today and tomorrow new again
What stays though, is timeless & strong
MEMORIES. SOME UNSAIDS. EMOTIONS. BONDS.

-Stuti