You are so full of curiosity, yet a brilliant thinker.
you really liked talking about a thousand things from the rational matters to the most ambiguous ones that exists in this universe.
and just like that, the way you think and who you truly are is alike; there are also a thousand things so beautiful about you.
a whole lifetime will never be enough to tell the story of all the wonders you hold, and how beautiful you are in every way possible.
Being fair, black and brown You don't care about them It doesn't take you down You are not contagious You stay courageous You just want to bask under The shining sun!
Color doesn't define you Remarks doesn't contain you You want to fly high In the crystal clear sky Want to Catch butterflies And glow like a firefly!
Who says you're not beautiful Who doesn't tell it Is just a fool Rainbow isn't complete Without the seven colors What if youcompete with it As you are multicolored?!
Monotony is not the norm Isn't it ?! Nowadays. You come in different forms It's okay if you don't transform Even if you stay the same You will be a living example For those who think That it's an end game!
Look at you now Beautifully covered in art You don't need to cover up anymore You are beautiful just the way you are!
"I think we forget things if we have no one to tell them to"
There are hundred of people around you, A million faces you see each day, You know the eyes have the same sadness, The smile have the same innocence, And the heart has the same warmth. Yet you choose to share the pain, Over with only one of them. To the person probably who caused it in the first place, "Nods and pats your back, It Will be all right they say" You smile for those words that fell out of their mouth While they say, Smiling back to you they think you are okay.
So many people, So many of heartbreaks, With each heart thinks their pain is much bigger You cry you sob, Faking a smile you walk the the road way.
I skipped my appointment to the therapist today, Her wise words wouldn't make a difference anymore, I'll probably quote that in a diary some day.
Hanging in the balcony, Waiting for your arrival, For a hug and bit of love i wait.
Today's the last page of diary, You have been stuck since the first. Probably I'll forget you And your things If I hadn't anything to say. -Radhika.
Since I was a toddler by feet I found that you had The smell of mature grains In a lone-wood paddy field I had found you somewhere Amidst the few silent zephyrs Which are kind enough And donot uproot trees You are a marble statue Which provide me strength For even upto this day When I am thankful, I bend.
I wish among many If I could stay longer Be tied to your arms Rest on your soft lap But least assured I was For the preparation Of a new day I saw the birds not on branches I saw them flying to their old nests Eventually grounds separated I had verses unheard And you left unsaid I had a bit more sense Of what childhood meant Than you, but I donot know What others derived Staying in orphanages With blurred future images But it is true that They flew higher than me With stiff limbs Which are more than wings.
There are some parched feet Leading to the way home Which they call not of their own Like vintage roof That seldom provide shade To a beginner hut Has now arrived to crown it As the handmade skyscraper You were the mist out there Which carpeted the piedmont And conveyed softness to autumn So, donot move until the freshness Of the an another spring has ceased Your breath has never been cursed From rejuvenating, and oxygen, the evidence. Mingling with the incoming summer hues I feel every season in you But it was actually hard to believe That there is now no moisture in humidity Towards running end And the feet of time is not engulfed With ropes of hope Still I call the seasons mine And I feel so This time, I let them be more fascinating Like I have not ever visited The Dawn Before Death.
Blooming Smile Displeased untrue words "U don't call Too often " Followed by lame reasons Showered by sweet words Asking of comfort Uttering nick name with love Soothing each other heart Moving on to daily chores Making fun of siblings Then continued with "then...then.." Finally assuring to be just a call away With sweet good night
"THE LOVE STORY OF MAY" Lets feel this never happened and my heart never pained these eyes never cried and my mouth never lied.. but what bout the dreams I saw my wounds look really raw what about the love of may which ended in dismay we wish stars never danced and these eyes never glanced the beauty of their soul which I loved like a fool ! lets feel this happened.. from skies love never rained !"