ishitabhagat

There in the World of poets, let me stay alive.

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  • ishitabhagat 6w

    I wish I told u, I wish I didn't have to lie to you, I wish I spoke as truly to u as u love me, I wish I didn't keep any secrets from you, I wish u knew what I am up to, I wish you knew the actual 'me'.

    I wish I didn't have to wish for all of these, and that all of these were not just wishes but actuality, reality. I wish that I sleep as peacefully as you do, I wish I say 'I love u too' - I wish I mean it too.

    U ask me what I want from you - I say 'nothing' - how can I ask for anything? It's because of me that you lost everything. I want to speak to you, for you are my lover- but how can I? I am the cheater, I am the sinner. This is what I deserve- high and drunk - I shall be with you- oh yes! now you are the gym's cool punk. I will be with you even if I don't want to, hold your hand, and kiss you- I'll do everything- everything that I never actually wanted to - but now I need to - I have to. For I broke you - this is my way to pay you- make it up to you - I'll surely say 'yes I love you too' but you must know that it's not true, it's one of the 'have tos' I don't 'want to' love you. I don't want you.

    ©IshitaS.Bhagat

  • ishitabhagat 6w

    You love to write, as there is no one to listen to your plight. You talk to the shampoo bottles at night, because there is no one to whisper to you, "go to sleep its alright". You want to hug someone tight, but in the vicinity of your sight, even then an argument with the blank lifeless walls at three midnight makes your burden a little light. You hug yourself tight, and whisper to yourself, "got to sleep, its alright".

    But tell me honestly, is it actually alright? Didn't you weep that night? now you shall start with a 'ummm...... maybe' or a 'might'. But what about that feeling That universal feeling? Of drowning in your own thoughts, being crushed by the burden of your own dreams, being hanged by a chain of expectations and its insanity, actuality, reality and its brutality, taking a pill of truth and not being able to swallow it, for its bitter, being diabetic in your life, for all the sugary lies, for its sweeter, maintaining a balance between East & West, North & South. Why don't you speak up? Why don't you let it out? Whom are you afraid of? You, me or all of us?

    ©IshitaS.Bhagat

  • ishitabhagat 6w

    Suffer or Suicide?

    Darkness in the vicinity of my sight. Drowning in my own thoughts, being pushed by my emotions from a certain height.
    Shall I drown? or fall of the cliff and die? Suffer or Suicide?
    For how long shall I survive?
    Let me for myself decide, - no, not being drowned, or falling off the cliff, but deep into the ocean of 'thoughts' let me dive. There in the Nation of words let me stay alive, for in the World of poets I shall forever remain full of life. I MUST SURVIVE.
    U may take away my love, impart me from what's right. But my emotions reside in me, I would forever write. As long as I write, nothing gives me a fright, I suffer or Suicide, I would take my words away with me even in another life.

    ©IshitaS.Bhagat

  • ishitabhagat 6w

    Do you hear people calling your daughter a slut?

    Come closer, do you hear people calling your daughter a slut? She has been looking for that father, that father in every man, that father who broke all his promises and ran. Now, every guy touches her, every guy wants - what she wanted from you ten years before. They want to love her, they want to be close to her, they want to call her by name. She falls in love so easily. Assuming that she got her father in a lustful guy her age. Little did she know, that they were in love with her body, that after smoking joints, after spending a night she will be a 'nobody'. That they were never her 'daddy'. I don't want guys my age to give me lovely nick names, I know, I know it's not love, it's just 'love games'. They will trap me in a web of their own, and slowly my heart shall be in pieces torn, they shall act as if they care a lot. But I know, I know, they don't. I know, I know they shall too be gone.

    ©IshitaS.Bhagat

  • ishitabhagat 40w

    Tumhare hoth sirf mere hotho ko chuuna chaahte the
    Par abb jaise ghreena si hone lagi tumhe mujhse,
    Tumhare haath sirf mere haatho ko thaamna
    chaahte the,
    Par abb jaise ghutan si hone lagi tumhe mujhme.

    ©Ishita Bhagat

  • ishitabhagat 40w

    I had no intentions of falling in love with you,
    I had no urges of wanting to kiss you,
    My heart was a cold stone and it never felt warmth,
    It just waited there for it's lover and it simply longed.

    It died to live,
    It survived just to die one day.
    ‌But now, your presence makes me so hopeful that my soul whispers to my cold shattered heart,
    that may be, just may be
    "Someday".

    Someday I shall not beg,
    I shall not crave,
    I shall not love just to break.

    Here, I just wait for that "someday"
    When you would come and end my longing,
    When together we would feel something
    really loving.

    I must not have to beg then to be loved,
    I must not have to love u solely with the purpose of being cuffed.

    We must not have the need to save each other's worlds.
    as our worlds shall have only the both of us.

    ©Ishita Bhagat

  • ishitabhagat 41w

    I close my eyes
    and all I see is not death but your
    dainty face;
    those tantalizing lips
    if and only if
    I could gaze.
    I want u to hold my hand
    and bring me back to life;
    to save me and
    fly high with me in the sky.
    But thy must swear
    to live with me and not die;
    as death is nothing but merely a tragic ending to every story, every lie,
    to every thought, to every embodiment.
    So here,
    here I lie naked, waiting for u to come and make me feel saved,
    waiting for you to pull me out of
    my own little confinement.

    ©Ishita Bhagat

  • ishitabhagat 41w

    I could look at anything and remember,
    the way your lips parted when u spoke,
    the way your eyes looked at the sky when u smoked.

    ©Ishita Bhagat

  • ishitabhagat 41w

    Kyun bekhabar hone ka dhong karu?
    Kyun tumhare pyaar me bawli hoke,
    tumhara naam japti firru?
    Jab waakif hu iss baat se,
    ki dil mile toh tutenge hi.
    Jab waakif hu humare haalat se,
    Ki haath pakde toh chutenge hi.

    ©Ishita Bhagat

  • ishitabhagat 41w

    I would hold your hand and pull u out of the dark,
    As I'm not just in love with your euphonious voice,
    but with your every imperfection, your every thought.

    ©ishitabhagat