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  • kalpikaxoxo 11w

    I tried building walls around my heart,
    It acted like a fort, saving my thoughts to myself,
    Cause when people tend to hurt me and leave me,
    I convert them into poetry,
    Now I'm afraid, what's only left to fend off, are these reeking pages,
    Reeking of their sins, it's smell, unbearable to them themselves,
    And I, I still have those walls,
    Weakening by each new blow of hurt disguised cannon balls,
    And I still keep those pages with me,
    Secured in a wooden box, someone I loved gave me,
    And it rests just above my bed,
    Unleashing new nightmares and insecurities every night,
    Morning brings in new hopes,
    But with the stench of those pages,
    Still haunting my senses and injecting me with horrors of past.
    It wants me to forbid myself from any with trust,
    Cause my heart is void of trust,
    The vials of love and hope are empty,
    Dripping to the last drop,
    Till nothing else comes to my guard,
    My defences are a joke to me,
    My walls, which I built in with my won blood seem foreign and contradictory,
    My mother warns me to stay away from myself,
    Cause I remind her of the reeking pages in my room,
    She asks me to dump them in the trash chute,
    But I hide them underneath, cause when my heart loves once,
    It can't stop, even thought it's dead, it's heartbeat still beats for sick love,
    But what do I tell her, that the pen and the hand which wrote them, overpowered them, were my own.
    ~kalpika ��
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  • kalpikaxoxo 12w

    Mending broken hearts, isn't easy,
    To let the whole world stare, with those scrutinizing eyes,
    Cursing you, inwardly,
    Mumbling to themselves.
    One instant, I think I've caught your crisp air,
    And then, it kisses my hands, and flies away,
    Far, so far, I can't sense it's presence.
    So I search for your air,
    It's smell, tantalizing my brain,
    Causing my heart to vomit love,
    Despite the consequences of love-sickenessness.
    I'm a desperate puppy, in need of love,
    Trying to sniff in your smell, from almost everything, sometimes too hard.
    Then I look up to the forests,
    Where we hiked, hand in hand, heart in heart,
    And I tend to purposefully get lost,
    Amidst the trees, you trailed your hand prints alongside,
    And try to inject every essence as your reminder.
    I look up to the skies,
    Misty, with some patches of clouds,
    Our favorite pass time,
    Trying to make out comic figures with their shapes,
    Head in head, heart in heart,
    And I lose track of time,
    Cause it's not really supportive,
    And I swear I can see, a cloud, resembling you,
    But I can be mad, or too desperate,
    To take in every inch of you, left out of my broken pieces of my heart.
    I'll continue, till dusk, return the next dawn,
    Cause what time has to offer, we did not know,
    Sometimes, when the breeze knocks by my nose,
    I try asking, tracking you,
    But it's refusal, doesn't hurt as much, as the thought of you, fading away.
    ©kalpikaxoxo ��
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  • kalpikaxoxo 12w

    A silent stare,
    So deep, it could drown your shallow thoughts,
    She's calm, yet calculative,
    She'll pound on you, break your neck,
    Leave you, open-mouthed and fooled.
    Her vision is clear, so is her heart,
    She'll clean the dirt in your mind,
    She'll break your taboos,
    To prove you're ignorant and wrong.
    But when her vengeance, and when her rage,
    Is pushed above boundaries,
    The world will succumb at her feet,
    Worship, beg for her mercy.
    Her bloodlust eyes, will tend you to bleed,
    Her tears which you shed, will drown you in your ego,
    She'll haunt your mind, sabotage your heart,
    She'll kiss your misery, without a doubt.
    Don't you underestimate her, don't you overpower her powers,
    She's a psychic, she has magic in her veins and heart.
    Happy Women's Day you all beautiful women. Sometimes things are too stressful, but stay, cause you make the world livable. ❤
    ~kalpika ��
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  • kalpikaxoxo 12w

    Science has proven,
    That when two objects are in motion, there exists friction,
    There's a possibility of slight wear and tear,
    Accountancy says,
    When things tend to wear and tear,
    They're depreciated.
    It's funny really,
    How much can I relate us,
    Unintentionally, my thoughts drift back to you,
    How when two hearts collide,
    There's a friction of heat, of lust.
    How everything stops, as if stunned,
    By the power of two hearts in love.
    But when it all pauses, sudden, startling the whole environment,
    One heart, gets hurt. Seriously damaged. 'cause it's ready to take the risk, of getting broken, beyond repair,
    To face the force of the building momentum,
    To save the other heart, sacrifice itself.
    And when it gets broken, it's depreciated,
    Of feelings, love, emotions and sense.
    It's a scene of pity more than angst.
    It's a scene of pain.
    But, there's no scientific explaination as to what happens,
    When the other object breaks,
    If it does, there's no theory behind it healing.
    Getting fixed, at least in a working condition.
    I wish science was more practical, I wish our hearts were more theoretical. ��
    ~kalpikaxoxo ��
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  • kalpikaxoxo 13w

    It's a recent talk, more like a recent memory. Ya know how some instances get fixed into your brain, like you can remember them solid, even after ten years. How your brain, despite its clumsy itself, doesn't let you forget these kind of things. Keeps reminding you, to acknowledge and worship, what it's showing you.
    I was told in my English class, "hope against hope". It's hard to decipher such meanings. Carefully I disected the phrase part by part, almost nearing it's meaning. And then do I realise, how beautiful this phrase is. For some precious moments, I was envisioning flowers, honey and hearts in the background( don't ask me why.) Now, my brain is gonna remind me, to stay strong, stay true and stay firm in the most hurting situations. It's gonna tell me to adjust to the darkness, where in one blink of light seems like a delicacy. It's gonna remind me, to not just give up, and accept what comes in. It's gonna reassure that I stay, I stay. It's gonna remind me to fight.
    If you're going through something (all the kids are depressed). I hope this piece recognizes that hunter instict of yours.
    P. S told ya spam incoming.
    ~kalpikaxoxo ��

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  • kalpikaxoxo 13w

    You know, how when we were small,
    We let bubbles blown, fly away,
    Gazing far and wide, to see how far did they go,
    And how we believed, that our bubbles would be alive, floating,
    Spreading love and happiness,
    With other bubbles in the sky,
    Pink, blue and green,
    How they'd make new friends,
    Meet new bubbles, associate,
    Become bubble buddies,
    How they'd fall in love,
    How they'd live for a hundred years.
    Now we're grown up, so are the bubbles, burst and dead
    The pink evening sky, is naked,
    As if ashamed,
    That it didn't put up with our bubble wishes earlier,
    How the wind, murdered my bubbles,
    How they separated me from it,
    How distant it went, I do not know,
    How my bubbles were innocent, but ruthlessly slewn by the environment,
    At the end if the day, I'm ashamed,
    Of letting go, letting it go unnoticed and Unbothered.
    Of letting go, my wishes. ~kalpika
    P. S my feed was looking really depressed with Pinterest pictures, so here's me in my bubble of an environment.
    P. P. S spam upcoming.
    #poem #poetry #bubbles #writeups
    #writing
    #thoughts
    ©kalpikaxoxo
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  • kalpikaxoxo 13w

    How spotless is white, you admire,
    Fixing your gaze, at your shirt,
    Ironed, without wrinkles,
    Smelling of you, cloves and grass,
    Magically, although it is washed.
    I nod, half heartedly, my face a tight line,
    You ask me what's wrong,
    I keep my mouth shut,
    I don't want another squabble,
    You insist, push me, to my limit,
    Where in I start speaking.
    Maybe, black was meant to be spotless, and the whites were meant to be spots,
    I say, looking at my hands, interlocked with yours,
    Maybe, love was meant to be hate, hate was meant to be love,
    Maybe kissing was meant to be treachery, stabbing was a omen of love,
    Maybe staying apart was meant to be loving wholeheartedly, and embracing was mean to be war,
    Maybe us apart was meant to be us in love, and us together was meant to be a disaster.
    You sigh inpatiently, pull of your hands, and go.
    I gaze at my hands, now sweaty,
    Maybe patience was meant to be hurting someone, and going off was meant to be a kind gesture,
    Maybe crying was meant to be elation, maybe smiling was meant to be hurt.
    Maybe I should've smiled when you said how spotless your white shirt looked,
    Maybe now, it wouldn't have been blotched with my tears.
    ©Kalpikaxoxo
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  • kalpikaxoxo 13w

    Our love,
    What we shared within us,
    What rested beneath our hearts,
    What occupied and clustered our minds,
    What flowed through our blood,
    What corroded the benches of our school,
    With hearts and our initials,
    It was different,
    It was unique.
    We saw the plants as yellow and the sun green,
    For us roses had no thorns, but sunflowers did.
    For us hearts were blue, lips were brown,
    Eyes were red and smiles were frowns.
    Yet the world, was somehow jealous,
    Didn't want our love to survive,
    It fed on hatred,
    They tore you away from me,
    Flesh to flesh, tendon to tendon,
    Somehow the globe in our science lab,
    Looked rotten white and black.
    They filled us with doubts, false promises,
    They broke our different hearts,
    Cause for them, people with changing minds,
    Were threats and circumstances so bizarre,
    They led us to believe, clowns were bad and jokers good,
    In our hearts, reality was replaced with dead innocence,
    Humbleness with false ego.
    They called me a murderer,
    When they murdered our love,
    They called you a cheater,
    When they gunpointed our souls.
    This is no fairytale, but a modernized nightmare,
    The roses are red my love, so is my drooping blood. ��
    ©kalpikaxoxo
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  • kalpikaxoxo 13w

    Not everything you believe and dream about, has to be a reality.



    Cut of the first word.
    Look back, are you smiling? Some positivity fron my heart to yours.
    ©kalpikaxoxo

  • kalpikaxoxo 13w

    Destiny decides our course. We've been sent to earth for a purpose, given brains to think, limbs to execute, appreciate and appeal for a reason. I know the world is cruel, killing, but the best way out and wide is putting a little love and faith. They say time heals all wounds, I say love and compassion does. Time hurts you, breaks you and shatters you. But that's what makes you stronger. Your next hurdle seems a little more less-hectic. So let's love and believe and trust.

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