May I Write You Then?

May I write you then?

on this miserable paper,

and give all of me into my first attempt,

to make you eternal?

They say

this is what poets do.

Give life to the dead.

Not in a way that they start breathing again,

But in a way that the world starts breathing them.

There were times in life, when,

I've been broken, and I've been bare

and like you promised, to be by my side always

your thoughts defiantly, have always been there.

Vanshika Singh

I've felt an indescribable agony surround me whenever I have cared too much. And realised it ain't coming back in the remotest of it's form. It has managed to unnerve me everytime. And everytime I have reprimanded myself for caring too much. I have, each time, made resolutions that I'd become that stiff, upright wall that doesn't bend to form a shed for others. But these resolutions, like any other have broken each time, leaving me baffled at my own nature.

Caring, I realised, is a disease with no cure. Once you start caring, there's no coming back. If you care, you care with all of yourself.

And this failing to stop myself from caring is my second biggest tragedy. First is still caring despite everything.

-CARING

Vanshika Singh, 25 March, 2022

I've been a stubborn snowflake,

and caused chills wherever I fell,

on whoever I fell upon.

I've been the white snow,

a sight for sore eyes,

but a curse for someone stuck.

I've been a vicious hailstorm,

wrecking trees in array,

disastrous on my way.

I have been winter,

had nothing warm to give,

My sun, however, ain't absent,

it lingers behind the house I live.

BEEN WINTER- Vanshika Singh

The absence of stuff to feel about,

I think,

is overrated.

Ask someone who feels so much,

that they have to write it on paper,

so it doesn't overflow.

Goodbyes have often crushed me hard,

and I've seen for my myself, a dead end,

I've felt like I have a lost a piece of me,

and that piece probably had the all, I could ever be.

To be honest, it took me a night's sleep,

to feel a little light, and pick my will to fight,

I've asked myself, what I was so sad about,

I've felt like a heartless crappy human, moving on so quick.

Goodbyes have always been hard for me,

but I have assembled all pieces of me,

And searched for the bits, I'll hold on to,

to keep safe with me, all they left behind.

GOODBYES- Vanshika Singh