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[coffieandpoems]

Love doesn't end. I'll go on to weave you into all my poems and you'll forever be haunted by the sound of my laughter.

[coffieandpoems]

Iss ghar ke darwaaze ab bandh kar diye hai maine

Tere aane ki koi dastak nahi

Rukhsat huya, jala kar gaya hai tu

Tere aane ki aasaar naa rahi

Khidkiyon se aksar jhaankti reheti hoon

Tere muskaan ke deedar ke intezaar mein

Iss ghar ke darwaaze ab bandh kar diye hai maine

Par tu kabhi manzil bhulke dastak toh de zara

Umeed se bani yeh sukhi deewaarein

Tere awaaz se bheeg jayengi

- P

[coffieandpoems]

तेरे लिए दिल को आसमां बनाया था

तूने तो मेरे प्यार को ही पिंजरा बोल दिया

[coffieandpoems]

A saving hand to pull him up

from the ocean of his melancholy.

I patch his torn heart up

with pieces torn from mine.

I cradle his face like a promise

kissing his sorrow away.

His eyes full of life, begging to be held-

as he pushes me away.

I grip his shirt tighter,

"It will be okay", I whisper against his skin-

until it seeps into his bloodstream.

He lets me hold him, his fury, his sorrow.

He reaches for me

Like the waves reach for the shore.

- P

There is a line in the song "Butterfly" by BTS which goes like - "My love is eternal / It's all free for you", which inspired me to write this poem. This poem obviously is also born from my own experience.

[coffieandpoems]

My mother says, "Child, no one likes a mad woman".

But mother, did no one like you too?

or did you swallow your madness, choke on it for years after years

to make them like you?

"Write it down", they say.

"Turn your pain into poetry".

But its not just pain, mother.

It is rage too.

A tempest trapped in my chest.

The pages burn to ashes whenever I put a pen to test.

I try to be a poet.

but I am not a poet mother,

I am a woman.

I want to fly and soar

But they clip my wings down.

So I scream and shout

But they tell me I am mad and muffle my cries.

I water down my painful rage

But I keep choking on it.

"Child, no one likes a mad woman", my mother says again.

I know mother, I know.

So I remain silent

like a simmering volcano.

But the day I rise, there will be ashes

No one will like me then.

No one will be left to like me then.

- P

[coffieandpoems]

Sab kuch likhoon ya kuch bhi na likhoon?

Kya hi likhoon ke tujhko na likhoon?

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[coffieandpoems]

She didn't talk much

but she spoke a lot.

She spoke in smiles

that brought sunlight on the dreariest of days.

She spoke in touches

as comforting as chocolate.

She spoke in silence

as loud as waves crashing against the rocks.

She spoke in verses

I'd spend eternity to memorise.

She didn't talk much

but she spoke in a language only lovers would understand.

- P

[coffieandpoems]

2/1/26

Our love, an abandoned house

adorned by the destruction you left in the wake.

Dilapidated, but still it stands

with the proof that we once were.

Our phantoms dancing through the hallways.

Ghosts of laughter echoe in the still air.

The windows tremble with hope.

The clock ticks,

Where are you? Where are you?