The Journey of Nostalgia(2)

Desolate, sad, dilapidated Ironclad and rusty Weeds growing Pebbles crunching Under the feet Railway tracks Mingling and intertwined Electrical lines Linked to poles Linearly and parallelly Covering distances Between star-crossed lovers Seeing each other Never really reaching each other Broken pieces Concrete and raw Canals and bridges Smothered with grime Flooding acrimoniously With sewage and …

The Journey of Nostalgia (1)

We texted We spoke The words we felt and held In our hearts and souls We kissed We told Our bodies and our hearts The sensations we felt The feelings we understood We travelled We explored Nature in its finesse The trees spoke My tresses flowed We ran We jumped Swooning under the moon Diving …

Perfection(3) – You are perfect!

This is the last part, part 3 of the series of poems called "Perfection".

Perfection(2) – What is perfection?

This is part 2 of the series of poems called "Perfection".

Perfection(1) – I wanted to be perfect!

This is part 1 of the series of poems called "Perfection".

Insta Poems

These are some poems that I've been writing and posting on instagram. Follow me @Deepika.pydatallid From the crack in the door A bright and effervescent light came in Eroding the darkness he was in A light so bright blinding him But he still stared at the ray that mesmerised him A gamut of sounds echoed …

Finding my rescue boat

I was in a haze Created by the blaze Of fire on the horizon I was basking in the wave Of emotions felt in the cave Nested in a corner of the island Looking through binoculars of darkness Searching for the light of happiness Awaiting the rescue boat from the unpredictable sea Darkness enveloped me …

A (na)analogy

A poem is a picture made of words. The author may want to say something through this form of art, but people may not always understand what he/she really means. It's amazing how many perspectives can be drawn from a piece of work. The whole point of a poem may not reach everyone, but bits …

Nothing more than an infatuation (2)

We pass each other In the fields Stealing gazes away We pretend and we hide Our feelings in the air From the clearing to the clouds We see each other Yet pretend to unsee We greet each other Yet unwilling to meet At the end of the day Or the beginning of the night Your …

Nothing more than an infatuation

I used to get butterflies in my stomach, upon seeing you in all your glory I used to laugh out loud, in the hope of you noticing me I used to visit the places you used to visit, to get one glimpse of you And I got over you as soon as you became a …