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  • wanderwords 5d

    With every step
    Away from dreams
    Time slips through
    the curves of insecurities
    Taking away a chance
    At being truly happy

    ~janvi

  • wanderwords 2w

    I live through silence
    Only for chaos to find
    Me shattering gradually
    At the touch of hope
    Finding me peace

    ~janvi

  • wanderwords 2w

    #writersnetwork

    It has been years since your death
    yet my hands tremble, lips shiver
    anxiety grips me so bad
    I can’t breathe without help
    Some days are worst than others
    but I get through them
    with the help of wires attached on my wrist
    I pull and pull and pull
    wishing no one will witness my struggle
    wishing no one will rush to save
    it gets hard to breathe on my own
    when flashes of that dreadful day
    consume me whole
    Gush of crimson throw my thoughts
    on erroneous path
    Deafening screams seek abode in the
    crevices of my throat
    Rage blinds me from sanity
    Gold chain settled on the curve of my neck
    choke my dreams, and yours too.
    I wish to dream of white lilies and sunset
    but I dream of how it should have been me
    in your place.
    They tell me to let it go
    how could I
    when all I have known is to hold on
    I have hoarded memories in my heart
    your words run wild in my veins
    your laughter consume
    the hatred blooming within
    I live for moonless nights
    to write you thousands of eulogy
    For that is what you wanted
    It has been years since your death
    I don’t want to move on
    because I fear I will forget the memory of you
    And I don’t want to
    I am so scarred of goodbye
    that the thought of it
    creates havoc within me
    Maybe that’s why I paint you in poems
    like you painted poems for me
    you are that beautiful poem
    my soul seeks for
    For darling poems live thousands of death
    even after not making it till end.


    ~janvi

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    For darling,
    poems live
    thousands of death
    Even after
    not making it
    till end

    ~janvi

  • wanderwords 3w

    Skin painted with rainbow
    Seek for colors to seep within the crevices
    To melt the frozen darkness sheltering within
    It is difficult to breathe
    When there is no space left for warmth
    Soul yearns for aged gold liquor
    To fill the merlot promises
    That were left abandoned
    On the road of lies
    Skin painted with rainbow
    Engulf the sadness
    Drip loneliness
    Still waits for hope to arise
    And drown the shore of insecurities
    War is being waged by colors
    That couldn't fathom their truth
    In the end treasure will be seeked
    Just not in the form of survivor

    ~janvi

  • wanderwords 3w

    Sometimes, a poet needs
    to be deciphered without
    interference of
    Complex metaphors

    ~janvi

  • wanderwords 3w

    Incomplete

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    Your stories
    Are what you
    want your eulogy
    To be like

    ~janvi

  • wanderwords 3w

    I have thing for giveaways
    I give and give and give.
    Until I am left with nothing
    but shattered pieces
    That too is given away
    Through kintsugi

    ~janvi

  • wanderwords 3w

    If the love they give
    doesn't speak for itself
    Like yours do
    Is it even love?

    ~janvi

  • wanderwords 4w

    Chase after yourself
    Like you chased after them
    And soon you won't have
    To chase anyone

    ~janvi

  • wanderwords 5w

    Ranting

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    It is difficult to accept
    Your own beauty.
    More difficult than
    Breathing sweet words
    Which are coated taunts.
    So you cover up yourself
    Protecting their judgemental eyes.
    It is difficult to accept your own beauty.
    When you have been taught
    To like lighter shades
    There is no space for breathing by yourself
    I sometimes wish
    They would have taught us to breathe right
    They should have left us to fend for ourselves
    That way we wouldn't have to
    Blame them each time we had to make a choice
    It would be all on us
    It is difficult to accept your own beauty

    ~janvi