itika_bajpai

A mere admirer of Prose and Poetry�� Firm believer of Chai n good breakfast. Sucks at writing bios.

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  • itika_bajpai 1w

    ...if only we could kiss the hurt away too.

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    I'm always leaving without goodbyes,
    you tell me it hurts you that i don't.
    but i wonder if you notice,
    how i always leave just before the break of dawn
    for when the first light comes upon,
    I know you'll ask me to take my leave,
    and the nonchalance
    with which you dismiss our nights
    breaks my heart in ways it cannot bear
    and that despite it all,
    i crave for you
    in ways that set my whole body on fire

    so at night,
    when you ask me why,
    i pull you closer
    look at those ice cold eyes
    brush the soft stray locks from your gaze
    and with all the hurt, and hunger you burn me with
    kiss you, hard.

    -Itika

  • itika_bajpai 2w

    badhai ho... crush hua h!

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    a quiet anticipation of seeing you,
    a subtle exchange of words,
    ...accelerated heartbeat
    and a shy smile returned ever so slightly,
    between stolen glances
    and underlying hope
    a crush, oh so innocent, blossomed.

    -Itika

  • itika_bajpai 3w

    a poison so sweet, this nostalgia, that past ��

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    sometimes nostalgia is this
    cold, implacably ruthless place
    it lures you in with a memory,
    teases you with all, that once was beautiful
    from a memory onto memories...
    a little too late
    a little too deep
    when the heart gets unbearably heavy
    that you realize the warmth
    had been of the tears
    you've been crying all along,
    that nostalgia is nothing
    but a cruel trick of the memories
    played by your past

    -Itika

  • itika_bajpai 5w

    losing myself, breath by breath
    patching myself, breath by breath

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    everytime you cut yourself
    I bled for you
    but the gashes you left behind
    are so deeply etched into my bones,
    you're long gone
    and I'm still bleeding for you

    so everyday, i try to pick up
    what is left of me,
    stumbling through
    dark and cold,
    ..this endless cold winter
    of pain and memories
    gasping for air
    when all i want
    is for all of it to stop...

    one foot in front of another
    and then another
    i don't know why
    i don't know how
    but i do
    i live for you
    when you couldn't

    -Itika

  • itika_bajpai 5w

    Indifference has it's consequences.

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    a modern-day catastrophe of senses,
    of indifference and perhaps too much difference,
    and as the world turned a deaf ear,
    ...the people covered their eyes.
    as for the tongue?
    it became the ultimate Weapon!
    a weapon so subtle,
    but so incredibly powerful,
    that it brought with it nothing but chaos,
    as it ruled
    and then ruined
    the world as we know it.

    -Itika

  • itika_bajpai 7w

    ...simple, sober, just... plain old mundane��

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    everyday, as early as 5 am
    the old man would drag himself to the balcony,
    seat himself down,
    on the now rusted corner chair,
    and watch the world
    as it set in motion,
    he had done this
    for as long as he could remember,
    this routine that is.

    he would watch the world from his balcony,
    as his wife would prepare the morning chai,
    it was one of the very few things
    that he could remember from being alive.

    as of now,
    he barely existed.
    deep coarse breaths,
    eyes that had seen a lifetime,
    and a body that was already fading,
    the world seemed to have moved on from him too.
    not that it bothered him much,
    he had lived
    and he had loved.
    a beautiful full life,

    it was time for him to rest his tired eyes now,
    ...perhaps he would dream of his wife this time,
    a nice, endless dream of a home again.

    -Itika

  • itika_bajpai 9w

    i dread the nights the most,
    ...for in the dark
    there's no where to run.
    nothing but demons underneath the bed
    and the piercing silence
    that only gets louder
    with every breath
    until it gets harder and harder to breathe
    until i wake-up
    drenched in sweat,
    my heart screaming so loud
    to get out,
    my hands reaching out in desperation
    for something, or someone... anyone

    -Itika

  • itika_bajpai 11w

    i've loved you,
    i still love you,
    but somewhere along the way,
    i finally began to love myself too
    and for that, I'm thankful...to you.

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    "i need you", he pleaded into the night

    "nobody will love you like I do", he lashed out

    "...are we really over?" he still hoped

    "i don't wanna leave", he whispered in resignation.


    ...for once, her silence spoke,
    what the words never could.

    -Itika

  • itika_bajpai 11w

    ...more honest in there vulnerability.

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    isn't there something about 3 a.m,
    that makes people more honest
    ...more open to their vulnerabilities?


    -Itika

  • itika_bajpai 13w

    perhaps another chance,
    ...perhaps hope? ��

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    what is present,
    but lingering memories of the past
    and promises of a future

    ...perhaps everything in-between?

    -Itika