Familiarity Like The Back Of My Hand,

Familiarity like the back of my hand,

to foreignness like a distant country.

A long path.

A quick journey.

-Vanshika Singh

I've felt like the weight of this world

was lifted off my shoulders.

When I uttered those massless words

at that moment when I was bolder.

You ask me why I had it inside

why didn't I speak up before?

Am I being vocal from now on

and decide to hide no more?

It feels nice being unmute

but once in a while, I think.

The weight of the world has forced me

to draw it into words by my ink.

UNMUTE- Vanshika Singh

The greatest tragedy of my life, some days, is how much words mean to me. It may be because I was not good with them initially, but eventually fell in love with their existence. It may be because it always took me alot to form a proper sentence that could make way to everyone's heart.

Some miniscule words, some days, have made me happier like never before. Other more miniscule words, have hurt me beyond my imaginations. They say words are nothing but superficial coverings of the oceanic depth of feelings. And coverings are often misleading. But how do I believe in the fakeness of words, when they have been my sole friend when I had so much to feel, but nothing much to say. My coping mechanism. Words.

-WORDS

Vanshika Singh, 24 Mar, 2022

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

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

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