Ankita Chaudhry Poetry

A poetry blog from a hopeless romantic & an aspiring novice writer  © on all my poetry repost with credit please!

[ankitachaudhrypoetry]

A/04/04/20@2230

I thought I was light,

But turns out I was dark.

I thought I was bright,

But turns out I was stark.

I thought I was whole,

But turns out I was broken.

I thought I was warm,

But turns out I was a cold token.

a.c. (Ankita Chaudhry) @acankita92

[ankitachaudhrypoetry]

A05302020@0950-0955CDT

You alone are the light,

I, alone the dark.

You alone are the eternity of time,

I, alone a single moment of a second.

You alone are the vastness of space,

I, alone the lack thereof.

You alone are the soul's desire,

I, alone the heart's desire.

You alone are mine & mine alone,

I, alone I am yours.

a.c. (Ankita Chaudhry) @acankita92

[ankitachaudhrypoetry]

Hi Ankita ,are you on Snapchat ?

My other account is, not my poetry one, would you be interested in a poetry sc account?

[ankitachaudhrypoetry]

F/02/12/2021@01:45-02:45

Why am I still awake?

Thinking of all my mistakes

Wondering why I didn't hold on to happily ever after

& Try as I might

Reminiscing the past

Won't change the outcomes

Of broken vows &

Insurmountable differences distances that I can't take

Years that you won't wait

It'll sting until one day we realize

We were just holding on

To a feeling that wasn't even real

Turned out just to be a way

Of us finally recognizing,

What we really longed for the most

A place for us to call home

Where I can be only yours.

- a.c. (Ankita Chaudhry) @acankita92

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F/12/20/2019@21:20-21:25

My tears burn

As waves of your memories pass

Never whole, never gone, never in part.

But yet they torment my soul.

Yet my heart hopes, & I wonder...

How long my soul must suffer

How far must my heart wander

How much distance must I travel

To feel complete again

With just myself & my

Agonized, distressed, harrowed sole.

[juansendizon]

“A poet loves someone not simply because that someone is poetry material. A poet loves someone because that someone makes them feel like poetry.”

— Juansen Dizon

[ankitachaudhrypoetry]

And some days I think I’m doing okay That I’m over the hurdles that were holding me back. That I’m over the tides that were pushing me away from shore. But some days, it comes back Like a turbulent storm in the middle of the monsoon I feel like a hurricane without a calm center A breeze with no wind Earth with no core Sun with no light A touch without sensation I feel everything, but yet I feel nothing This empty sensation gnawing away At my thoughts At my body At my soul

a.c. (Ankita Chaudhry) @acankita92

[ankitachaudhrypoetry]

My lips curl upwards thinking of you My heart races listening to you My eyes light up seeing you And yet I am so sunken in sorrow I do not see you I do not hear from you I do not get to feel you And yet I hope I hope for us I hope for you I hope for me I hope for so much more than this pain of a lifetime &  all of eternity And yet I do not. I do not...

a.c. (Ankita Chaudhry) @acankita92

[ankitachaudhrypoetry]

the pain in her eyes. the pain in her eyes will be my demise. the pain in her eyes they set my path awry the pain in her eyes my fleeting moment of a high brought down in the world so low.  the pain in her eyes are the pain in mine.

a.c. (Ankita Chaudhry) @acankita92

[ankitachaudhrypoetry]

You need to find your inner peace.

Maybe that's the beauty of it, maybe my inner peace is that I have none, maybe I find solace in only my writing, myself, or until the right person comes along to show me that maybe I don't always have to be at peace with myself only when I'm writing, but rather I can be at peace when and where and with whomever I choose to desire to be free of the turmoil I always write about.

[ankitachaudhrypoetry]

The cutting lines Slowly winding Ways of insurgency Tightly losing the Frequency of all Things divine

[ankitachaudhrypoetry]

Broken Piece of you in place Of the broken piece of me But that bit doesn't fit With all of my other pieces So alienated have they become The parts that were once clear Like the shards of glass I have become To me no longer I stand I shake & I quiver At the hollow shell I see Reflections upon the reflecting mirror No longer am I Free from this misery.

a.c. (Ankita Chaudhry) @acankita92

[ankitachaudhrypoetry]

Heartbreak because I thought you can't break broken, when really you can. You can grind it into a fine dust and powder, and just when you think you can go no further than that, the wind blows and all the ash gets carried away. Heartbreak because I used to fear to feel heartbroken, but I am unafraid of death. But now it's not heartbreak I fear. It's to love, to be vulnerable with your emotions, to feel and hurt and pine and pain when what is sought lacks reciprocity, it's to be naked with your thoughts & mind, to be unprotected, unguarded, unarmed. So after all of the heartbreak, I learned it's not intimidating at all, rather it's safe, it's familiar, it's home. So that is why I write, and write of heartbreak of the most of them all.

a.c. (Ankita Chaudhry) @acankita92

[ankitachaudhrypoetry]

I write to absolve some of the pain, to feel it yet to not let it consume me. I write to let the emotions I keep held inside, free. I write so that maybe some day my thoughts will one day make sense to me. I write to numb, I write to feel. I write so that the emotions I have can be So much more than just mere thoughts on paper. I write to feel free from all of my melancholy misery.

a.c. (Ankita Chaudhry) @acankita92

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Empty inside I shriek silently weep silver-tongued & quick wit had me turned about in spins lost to none but thyself alone in the stifling cries facing the pieces shattered for none other than a mere game of broken misery

a.c. (Ankita Chaudhry) @acankita92

[ankitachaudhrypoetry]

Breath in Sharp dust inhaled Breathe out The toxins stayed in Instead of out Heartbeat Skipped too many Lack of air sent The mind in despair Pitter patter The rain shattered Hopes and dreams Washed away in reality.

a.c. (Ankita Chaudhry) @acankita92

[ankitachaudhrypoetry]

ticking the time away silence my mere misery the light shifting moving  to a place too serene to see alone beautiful now  are the moments spent alone the distress of the heart moving  shifting living in the darkness was the beauty of light chasing what’s left of these timeless moments starting to fade into the love that was lost stunning are the sights of the lost souls beautiful are thou.

a.c. (Ankita Chaudhry) @acankita92