Something I forgot I had

Here is my take on today’s prompt: Jiggle

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Like a dusty old book,

the one you haven’t given a second look.

That has been lying in cupboard,

the one you vaguely remember reading, but can’t recollect a word.

The one you forgot you had,

but now that you see it, it makes you a little sad.

Certain emotions, I was sure I’d never again feel,

But one look into your eyes, and my heart was yours to steal.

Maybe it was the way your curls covered your forehead,

Or the fact that the book of my heart, was tired of being unread.

But one warm embrace was all it took,

for you to reopen, this dusty old book.

You came along and jiggled

the pile where lay neatly stacked away emotions.

I can’t help but go wherever my heart takes,

Knowing very well, this story too, will end in heartbreak.

 

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Devastation

Devastation

Not just furious flames,

but a tiny spark is enough

to burn your world down.

Not just violent winds

even a soft breeze

can make you shiver.

Not just weapons,

words can tear you apart too.

Not just words,

silence can hurt your heart too.

Not just the ocean,

sorrow can drown you too.

Not just poison,

your thoughts can kill you too.

Not just the monsters under the bed,

but the ones in your head, can haunt you too.

Not just an apocalypse,

but sometimes love, is enough for destruction too.

Not just hate,

but apathy can be devastating too.

 

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One day that changed everything

Numbers

One hundred meetings with you

didn’t matter to me once.

I was blissfully ignorant towards you.

Until one day, I began to see things anew.

One look into your hazel eyes,

And I fell in love

a love that would for a lifetime suffice.

One hug was all it took,

to put together my broken pieces

One harsh word was all it took,

To make me see you vices.

For I burnt day and night to make you realise,

it was okay to feel things, okay to embrace the sunrise.

However, I am out of fire, and your heart is still made of ice.

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Happy Diwali to all of my readers!

As I write this post I am practically running around the house with my laptop since there’s so much to do! However, I cannot miss this opportunity to wish my readers 🙂

For those who are unaware, Diwali is a festival of lights celebrated in India. Whereby we celebrate the victory of good over evil and welcome health, wealth and prosperity into our homes by cleaning our houses, lighting oil lamps are decorating our house with pretty lights. Tomorrow marks the new year for some in India.

the description I just gave isn’t a cohesive one, there’s so much that I want to write…soon!!

For now, Happy Diwali once again.

 

Some days I wonder 

Artificial

Some days I wonder what we had, is it lost?

Did you and I ever have a shot? 

Some days I can’t forget your smile 

Some days I wonder if you remember mine?

Some days I miss our songs 

Some days I wonder, am I in the wrong?

For you never said you were mine

And I thought that was just fine. 

But on nights when I look at the stars

I cant help but wonder 

If what we had was real 

Or an illusion of love, something artificial? 

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Published in Hindustan Times…Again!!

Hello there readers, I’m absolutely elated as I share my article on the Indian festival of Diwali and the importance of cleansing your mind,body and spirit. This article was published in a leading Indian newspaper, Hindustan times

Here’s a link to the same –
http://paper.hindustantimes.com/epaper/iphone/homepage.aspx#_articleff21a373-180f-46a0-b1f2-e65a06d6e544/waarticleff21a373-180f-46a0-b1f2-e65a06d6e544/ff21a373-180f-46a0-b1f2-e65a06d6e544//true
The feeling that your writing is being read by thousands of people out there is just fabulous. Thanks to everyone for their wishes and encouragement on my blog. You people  are the best 🙂 
Let me know your thoughts in comments 🙂 

Outburst 

Today’s entry for the Word High July challenge  

Don’t be so loud!!

Why do you murmur?  Speak aloud!

Don’t be a cry baby

What are you heartless? 

Why don’t you go out often? 

Better be back home by ten! 

Better answer me young lady! 

Don’t you talk back to Daddy!

Why are your grades so poor? 

Straights A’s huh,but that won’t open all doors! 

Why don’t you shut your mouth sometime? 

Always sulking in your room, all fine? 

When I was your age I was so much better

You need help with life? 

Let me pass Judgement first,

I’ll help you, but later! 

Whatever you do will never be enough,  

I expect you to be my friend, even though I’ve always been rough. 

Why are you screaming?

Such a spoilt ltitle brat! 

Don’t run away,  let’s have a little chat. 

Wait! Don’t jump down the roof!

Too late now! 

Why didn’t she tell us, she was feeling aloof? 

Why such an outburst? 

Why couldn’t she talk to us first? 

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