like two lonely souls,
we held hands and tried to dance,
but it made our fingers bleed.

tugging at my heartstrings,
you took the music right out of me.

o n e by o n e
as each string broke,
it played A sour note
and both of us fell to our knees
from the sheer force.

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Outstanding Blogger Award

Hey everyone. This post is brought to you by Ace. I want to thank him for thinking of me and nominating me for this award. He’s an amazing-awesome-fearless person, a talented writer and an inspiration. If you like poetry, check out his blog! His poems have such an uplifting message of hope and self-love, which I love very much!

Rules are rules are rules:

  1. Provide the link to the creator’s original award post (Colton Beckwith RPC)
  2. Answer the questions provided.
  3. Create 7 unique questions. Nominate 10 bloggers. Ensure that they are aware of their nomination. Neither the award’s creator nor the blogger that nominated you can be nominated.
  4. At the end of 2021, every blog that ping-backs the creator’s original post will be entered to win the 2021 Outstanding Blogger award.

Questions + Answers:

  1. If your life was a movie, what would the title be? – The Pitfalls of Romance.
  2. What’s your favorite song of all time? -My favourite songs change according to my mood but I keep adding Counting Stars by OneRepublic to every playlist I make. I love singing along to it too.
  3. Handwrite or type? – I prefer writing on paper with a blue/black pen. Typing is reserved for venting on a Word document that I can just delete.
  4. What are three things you can’t live without? -My glasses, music and pen+paper.
  5. Do you believe in telepathy? -Yes!
  6. When have you felt your biggest adrenaline rush? -Bungee jumping when I was little or when talking to a person I like, heheh.
  7. If there was no internet, do you think the world would be better or worse? -Better when it comes to mental health, I think.

Nominations: (these are some blogs that I absolutely love reading and hope they answer my questions!)

Navneet Kumar

My enquiries for the aforementioned people:

1. Movies or books?
2. A piece of advice that you live by…
3. What mythical creature would you want to be and why?
4. Do you play an instrument?
5. What’s your favourite food item to order but not cook?
6. Are you more of a homebody or a wanderer?
7. Do you believe in horoscopes?

Thank you for reading!

kill your darlings

sheilded from the crowd among trees and the shrubs,
it’s a privilege to be sitting by the lake thinking about you,
next to me or in theory,
where we used to look happy.

i feel the breeze on my skin where i used to feel you,
i tell my secrets to the waves, the ones i never told you.

when i leave, i hope i know myself better,
when i leave, i hope you decode my love letter.

even if you don’t, atleast now i’m free.

It all started when I had some regrets about my future. Cheers to you for sticking around after that! The feminist part of me went on vacation there for a while. I’m done being all hashtag heartbreak. Let’s refill our glasses with awesome drinks now (milk, if you’re underage) and write about all things that are beautiful in this world. Or atleast try to!

What I wanted

I have a distorted view of the world, I want you to smoothen it out,
Crawl into my spine and straighten it out.
No one has my back, not even me,
I want you to hug me and not leave.

I’ve fed my hands to the worms that live in my pocket,
I can’t hold you.
I don’t know if I can handle your touch on my skin,
I already feel you too much in my bones.

I can’t find my footing,
My knees get weak when I have to speak about you,
My heart bottoms out when I imagine a world without you.

I want you to travel to my brain
and give me some perspective.
I want you to rest on my tongue and vocal cords,
So I can let you out like a scream,
As a final catharsis.

Atleast that was what I wanted.

before you go

you weren’t there today either,
and i know in due time, i’ll have to let that idea go,
it won’t be easy as incorporated into your essence is an essential part of me
that believes in being happy.

before you go, just give me a sign.
will i ever be okay?
you made me so sad, i’m unsure of it.
will you ever walk into my life again and not away?
you were my best muse yet,
as it didn’t hurt as much as it used to.

tell me, i will take your word for it and not twist it,
i promise i’ll not misinterpret it.

So before you go,
Let me know
If I can follow.

Thank you for reading everyone. This is my 150th post on this blog. I’m elated about reaching that number. Thank you for your support, I appreciate it so much. I swear, your encouragement makes me a better writer. Much love.❤️

cosmic co-incidence

then: Anywhere but here
now: you were there

you were there with me to all the places i’d been,

i used to be disappointed by anyone that wasn’t you,

i thought you were the most fascinating and interesting little thing.

My horoscope said that writing too many amateur poetry pieces about one person, will not increase my chances of getting noticed by them especially due to the covid-19 restrictions. And I couldn’t agree more.

I also think that it decreases the probability of accidentally bumping into them at the nearby grocery store. I’m glad that the stars and my brain are in alignment today.

Thank you for stopping by my little corner on the internet. I hope you decide to stay! I’m Aarushi and obviously-going-through-something. ❤️


Ingrained on my skin were seeds of flowers that you sowed,
But they took weeks, months,
To grow.

I was waiting for nature to take its effect,
I was waiting for something to bloom,
But the reality of you was like a shadow looming over them,
And now I’m starting to see the flaws about their placement.

I’d rather be wrong about everything else,
Than be wrong about you,
But I don’t think I’ll get that chance,
And I’ll be fighting against myself and common sense.

A glimmer of hope takes over me,
And of that, I still can’t let go.
You’re this daydream of an unkempt garden I keep dreaming,
But can never visit.
I know you’re not real,
For ghosts to even exist, shouldn’t I first feel something?

(Bouquets haunt me when I sleep!)

Hey, guys. This piece was like therapy for me or like a shower of rain we wait for on hot, humid, sad, bad days. The part in brackets was meant to be funny, I don’t know if that translated well or not. Even though I’ve definitely felt my feelings the last few weeks, I couldn’t get them down on paper. Maybe I spent all of my creative energy into daydreaming, MAYBE.

Recently, it’s been like someone put my sense of self in a mortar and pestle-d the hell out of it. So ending this with a question felt fitting.

Alternative title: You’re starting to fade and that’s okay