I was born pale
grew all green and red
and yet no one really bothered
to look at me, appreciate
interact, touch, praise
or even use and finally
I fall down here, thinking
if it was all worth it
only to exist…
Yellow
Author: shalinisingh025
Shalini Singh, originally from Faridabad near Delhi.
Currently working as an Experience Designer. High on individual life.
Entered Indian Institute of Technology, Delhi as an undergraduate in 2012 and studied Electrical Engineering.
Interested in System Design, Imaginations, Renewable Energies, Psychology, Feminism, places and people.
Writes poems from school time as a hobby.
Letting go…
It had not died
just wasn’t working properly
I was worried
couldn’t leave it alone
all memories came flashing by
of the beautiful moments we spent together
‘it has been long’ I thought to myself
though we never realise how time flies by
maybe the moment had come
to just let it go, out of my hands
maybe I’ll keep its body till the time permits
my old phone is always cuter than the new
it’s mine…
Blind
What do I see in you
that others cannot
Am I blind? they say
Why do I trust
when I know the truth
Am I blind? they say
Is it your words
or my understanding
Am I blind? they say
Surely my fate
I have seen in you
and then turned blind…
Part of me
Where do you find me now
in the lines of your prose I used to read
in the smell of the food we ate together
in the tune of the song you played for me
Which place had I left untouched
so as not to love you as much
so as I am there with you or not
so as I have evaporated drop by drop
Why did things happen the way we fear
knowing all still we go through it
knowing that one day we are not together
knowing someday you would leave
and like this I am there with you in your thoughts perhaps
what do you call it now?
Let them be
don’t be normal
don’t be someone else
learn to trust yourself
and see what you become
don’t go to the path
they choose for you
fight for your own
this you must do
be stubborn, roar
and then laugh because
they don’t understand
but those who do, respect
Don’t go
now it doesn’t talk to me
the moon, the sun, the clouds
perhaps they are not happy like me
because you have vanished
Thinking
Maybe we need to stop
no information saved me
it was just the belief
and the disbelief
that caused the horror
Maybe we need to step back
how information is necessary
or is it just the good deeds
or our dead well-wishers
that will save us from misery
Maybe we need to sleep
forgetting and rebuilding information
where the fear comes naked
and true emotions are exposed
that is the paradise awaiting us
Trust
At once I look at the broken pieces
of my existence but nothing is true
They say I might be in the stars
in the sand or in the pathway
I look therefore to find me
the water is so clear and me moving…
Feeling
sailing in the sea
sitting at a bench in autum
looking at the stars
listening to the waves
how small is life really…
Sleep
I sleep, sleep often
listening to the songs
of my dreams
I sleep, sleep more
knowing that I will
one day sleep forever…