Unsaid but love.

His smile brightened her day,
His message brought light in the night.
Her smile blessings in disguise for him,
She always thought this was just right.

The laughter, the discussion,
The tete-tet et al.
The trans, the understanding,
Was it love at all?

No points for guessing who realised it was not,
And yet there was spark.
No points for guessing why it did not work,
But they did not speak about it at all!!

She gave some hints,
He took them well.
He gave some hints,
But were they even there?

Some misunderstandings, some misfortunes,
Some fights some afternoons.
They did not know their friendly ranter,
Simulated love, hushed anger.

…

Some years later,
As she looks back in the past,
She cannot help but hold onto memories those,
He wondered why it didn’t work, it would work she had hoped.

And now as they spend their lives seperate from yesterday,
They try not to hold onto the past,
They see the future but time and again pause,
To recount the unsaid love, for now it was IMMORTAL.

-Stuti

Some days dull.

Some people special,
Others not so much.
Both combined,
Formed her world.

Her life a maze of roads,
She carefully decided what she chose.
A left turn here, a right turn there,
She gaped for air, she didn’t want more.

Her zest for life, a picture colourful,
She somehow saw it black and white.
Her colours in life, more than many,
The only she saw were grey and light.

Some days happy,
Some days dull.
She hated mostly all,
Only loved some special.

Then one day she promised herself,
Not to pursue her dream.
It was difficult very after that,
After she let that one dream go.

But then suddenly just like the change of weather
One day everything got better (and she didn’t know how!)
She felt much eased, her pain was gone,
And then her heart felt LIGHTER.

-Stuti

How the bird saw it..

That bird, it chose a window,
A window of the room of a girl,
The bird, she saw pain in her eyes,
The girl but otherwise looked normal.

The girl, she spent her exp laughing all day,
And nights she cried profusely.
The bird was confused thoroughly,
She did not understand the joy or the tragedy.

The girl was a pretty lass,
Enjoying her life until,
She met him, saw him there,
And became friends and then lost her will.

The girl, she sang beautifully,
Wonderfully she worked out.
But depressed inside she was,
And no one about it she told.

The bird, it wished,
It could spread some joy in her life.
The girl unaware,
Still laughed all day and cried at night.

She failed to understand
That all she wanted was not available for all,
But then she did see it with all the others,
And the bird also thought her void was unjustified after all.

So the next day onwards,
The bird also lost her chirp,
And started to quack instead?!
This,  the girl, she noticed, and at it she stared.

Just an eye contact between the two,
And nothing else between them.
Some magic just happened,
Now both of their problems came to an end.

Now the girl used to be happy all day,
And she smiled at night too.
The bird. Now wondered how this happened,
And how its wishes came true.

In a secret conversation with God,
The bird then tried to understand it all.
Turns out, God actually had intervened,
And snatched the girl of her emotions,
For there was no other way,
To treat such people, who had fallen in love and stopped to FUNCTION.

-Stuti

In the crowd.

As each minute pulls her back,
She struggles more and takes one step forward.
As each second retaliates with pressure,
She shouts loud and pressurises even more.

Her story, an untold epic,
Is as if ready to be immortalized.
Her story, a charter unexplored,
Is now as if raw and exposed.

She uses her strength and understanding,
To disagree with what is told.
She portrays her denial in all manners,
And vows with ideas untold.

Her voice she realises is too small to be heard,
The crowd she realises- too big to notice.
So she decides to grow and grow some more,
Till she gets bigger than that crowd.

But then she realises that,
That crowd is not the only one.
The crowds more than one,
All bite into her flesh.

So she calms down a little
And gives her thoughts some rest.
She decides to start afresh,
This time in some other location.

The story same,
She grows restless there too.
Changes her stand,
Comes to a conclusion after thinking it through.

She’s alone and so the crowd instigates her,
The crowd is big and so she feels alone.
They are many, and she only one.
She starts looking  for a solution (and maybe she knows it too)

After nights of deliberation but no conclusion,
She concludes there is only one way.
She’ll close her eyes and go to sleep,
And wake up next morning, hoping it to be a BETTER DAY.

-Stuti

Calender of days.

As each day passes,
One more day is added to the calender.
The page becomes a yesterday page,
And yet memories remain intact, right there.

Sometimes she wants to hold on to that day,
Sometimes she can’t wait for it to go.
Yet each day does go away,
Immaterial of her choice for its length of stay.

She, jolted, realises this truth,
And keeps the calendar back on the table.
Turns the page yet again,
And welcomes the next day, hoping it will be better than her last BAD DAY.

-Stuti

Kept her busy.

That paper she read everyday,
She re-read it again each day,
But still couldn’t remember the contents.

That photo she saw every morning,
She dreamt of it every night,
But still needed to physically see it to put to rest her plight.

Her ideas- she stringed them together,
Put them to test,
And decided to challenge the best with them.

Her memories- she made a story of them,
Put them in words, weaved them together,
And told it to all in the rem.

Her life- she wanted to document it in a book,
Put it out for all to read,
And re- read it herself so learn lessons from it.

The paper, the dream, the idea, the memories,
She wished were more organised, she hoped did not have crease.
And yet she knew that it all put together,
Alone made the life a challenge, alone kept her BUSY.

-Stuti

Stuck?

Her heart just kept floating to lands far away,
She sung many songs and heard herself pray.

She chanted, she chanted,
She chanted some more.
She thought, she thought,
She kept thinking more.

She prayed to God to give her strength,
To make her fall in love once again.
For her heart for now was stuck on one,
Her emotions for now refused to stand the pain.

The misfortune, the pain,
The pain of loss, loss disdain.

She shouted, she shouted,
She shouted out loud.
But nobody could still hear her,
She wondered how.

And even as so many questions she asked to all,
No one answered her at all.
She rested her case, her questions, her all,
And minded her step lest she’d FALL?

-Stuti

Pained.

There was pain in her eyes,
But no one could see it.
There was pain in her thoughts,
But no one could feel it.

She stared at the people around her,
Muzzling like a million bees at once.
She stared into the space around her,
Suddenly making her feet cold.
 
She found herself in a precarious position,
And feeling weak at the drop of a hat.
She felt betrayed but as if for no reason,
And knew there was no reason to be glad.
 
Overwhelmed, she wanted to cry,
But could not really.
Emotionally deflated, she wanted peace,
But could not find it really.

She trembled at the thought of smile,
Yes, that much did it scare her.
She shivered at the thought of joy,
A wonder, the thought could even strike her.

So instead she chose to close her eyes,
And imagine happiness, contentment and peace.
Because really only there and there alone,
Did the concept exist, did she feel comfortable, did she feel AT EASE.

-Stuti