Distance

On a dotted map
Made of disarrayed stars,
I will try to find my way to you.

One night
Maybe you'll look up too,
And in that moment,
Our worlds will collide

For we will be separated
By distance
But still be
Under the same sky.

Downpour

It all happened so fast,
I was in love before I could even realise.
One moment, he was just another person,
The next, he had me - heart and soul,
It was as if he had devoured me  whole

And I exploded like the sky
In a thunderstorm..

Suddenly, it wasn't drought anymore .

Resurrection 2.0

It may seem like I wrote nothing in 2015, like the entire year was a big writer's block but no. I wrote a lot, probably more than I had in the previous years. Just that I had been posting the writings on Instagram and had completely forgotten about the existence of this blog. However, with the new year and everything, I feel inspired to start writing here once again, for the 124 loyal followers I have and some other random readers. I have decided to post all my writings from last year here so expect A LOT of posts in bulk.

You can also follow my Instagram to keep up with my photography and poetry - @shruteechoudhary

P.S. Happy New Year! 

4 A.M.

Two cups of coffee, 

A typewriter, 

An array of thoughts, 

A sleepless night.

 

Beneath the Stars

With our gleamy eyes soaked in happiness, 

With our hands together, as they belong, 

With you by my side, and I by yours, 

On a dainty old rug. 

The wintry breeze kissing our faces, 

The leaves of the nearby tree, rustling in awe, 

Of the magic being created out of nothing, 

As we lie beneath the stars. 

Our gazes fixed on the vast dotted sky,

We almost breathe as one,

A moment so tranquil, 

We forget all our qualms.

My body shakes with nerves as I look at you, 

I'm drawn to your perfection like a bee to a flower;

The night, now bitterly cold,

But I'm blanketed with your warmth.

I trace your lips with my finger, 

Slowly as I close my eyes, 

I see love and all the feelings

That I already feel for you.

Birds flutter by out of nowhere,

Putting an end to the grandeur it was;

To whisper would be a sin,

For what if it flaws the brilliance of it all?

A moment unsullied,

Now almost dreamlike, 

Or a safe little secret we will always keep - 

Of a time when we laid beneath the stars.

Resurrection

This is to let you know that even though this blog has been in a coma for almost a year, it is still breathing. I am still alive, myself. I have been out of touch with the part of me that absolutely loves to pen things down lately. You'll say that's because maybe I am too caught up in my life, that maybe I just don't get enough time to actually sit myself down with a cup of coffee and word my thoughts. Maybe I haven't stumbled upon anything that would inspire me. Well, all of that is true, but do you really want to know what's been keeping me away from writing?

Happiness.

Yeah, that's right. In the last few months I have been the happiest a person can ever afford to be, and that is because of a person of course. How does that have anything to do with me writing, you ask? It's simple. I think that it's really difficult to write a piece when you're happy as compared to when you've something bothering you or when your life isn't all that perfect. That's when you even look for inspiration. But when you're happy, like really, really happy, you're at peace with the part of yourself that you otherwise always seem to have a conflict with. It's not like you cannot write about your current state of bliss, it's just that you choose not to. You'd rather feel the feeling than talk about it, that is all.

So lately, I haven't been analyzing my feelings or my thoughts, which explains why I just went into hibernation. But now with the new year and everything, I am here to write again. I don't know what good it will be but I promise, I'll write something or the other every few weeks. I promise not to isolate this place ever again. I could almost hear crickets chirping in here!

To the few loyal readers who are very fond of this blog, I am back for you.

P.S. Happy New Year!

Dissolve.

She trembled in her heels as she walked on the sidewalk, trying to maintain her poise. Her mouth went dry and she cursed herself for not carrying a bottle of water. The street was crowded with people and her mind, with superfluous thoughts. She was reluctant to let her mind ponder over what was happening, for she feared it might only be a figment of her imagination, maybe none of this was actually happening, that maybe if she gave it another thought, she'd realize it was unreal. She finally managed to reach the Cafe, after stumbling and tripping a plenty of times over plain concrete. She took a moment and stood right outside the door, gasping for breath more than ever. She scanned the room from where she stood, wanting to see his face finally and not wanting to spot him at the same time.

She was still utterly perplexed by the phone call she had received the night before. "So, I'm coming. And I'd like to meet you." Those words had left her baffled. Not that she wouldn't be happy to see him. Oh, she'd be overjoyed. But somehow, she was comfortable with the idea of him being a someone from a somewhere, a stranger from a strange place somewhere far away. She liked how she could escape from her life for a little while and talk to him about bigger things. He helped her drift away from reality by not being a part of it. He was that getaway she had needed and now he'd be a part of the life she loved to run away from.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she saw a familiar face, the face she had only seen in pictures. The face that now seemed to be in a GIF image, for he was sitting by himself at a corner table, checking the time every five breaths. Every atom in her body wanted to escape her, in that moment. But taking a deep breath, she gathered herself and decided to walk in before she could change her mind.

She did change her mind, but it was too late. The sound of the bustling traffic had now been replaced by soft music. People all around were sipping coffees over inane conversations, but all she could hear was the loud thumping sound that came from inside her chest. This was it. Within a few seconds, the voice she was so familiar with would now come from a blood pumping-eye blinking-moving-breathing body. As she tiptoed her way through towards him, she mentally enacted what was going to happen any moment now. She thought of ways to greet him - a short and plain "Hi" or a squeaky little "Hey" with a complimentary smile. Maybe the latter. What would she order? Not black coffee, that would make her hyper, no. Would a hug be too awkward?

She felt a tap on her shoulder right then and she turned around, only to see that perfect face in flesh smiling at her with coruscating eyes.

She escaped reality, all over again.