If my poem were more than words…

1: Essentially you must dwell upon a tiny droplet of water tinkered on your paper boat, water finally seething into the hole. All wet now, the boat doesn’t float, it mutters, sinks.
A boat, all soaked, teared up.

2: Bottling up the courage, you unlock your phone. It’s a text from your aunt about her daughter’s accident, perhaps you knew the actual reason. You knew her daughter was a single mom before. Maybe he got pissed. Maybe she fell off the 7th floor. Who knows,
Daughters, mauve skinned queens.

3: Your brain fading in and out on whether to soar up with your loved ones just for once. Dusting those inhibitions off, you barge straight out of the door to wallow . Very next moment you’re pillow talking.. maybe it listens..
Pillow, with the heart of a dahlia.

4: Yellow stained ceiling, yes you’ve heard, I know. But you know how it’s the best stranger? It looks down upon you still you look up. In reverie? In search of…a constellation, I mean your luck? Your dahlia scented fate?
Reflection, Yes a match…You.
5: Essentially you must let your skin sit words simply as a faint sentence of the musk lingering on her lips. She told stories like old wives tales, the poems sitting fresh upon her as ripe peaches peeling in late autumn afternoons. I sit to watch the sun go, sink into pockets on a summer’s day.
A wet sun, all soaked for her words.

6:: Bottling up words into poetic script, rolled into a single text where fingers imagine over the send button for a bit too long until violent vibrations shake and maybe you knew of his face over your screen so you jump or perhaps fall off the 7th floor, who knows.
A battled conscience dressed in mauve skin.
7:: if the clock clicked past 1 am and and your brain still faded into realism before the insomnia sat heavy in your lungs and mellow songs sing muttering in a foreign language. Your halted into a trance of compelled voices that drag you by the waist to a slumber yet still caught unto palpable now distant reality maybe it listens
Pillow voices with a heart for slumber

8:: Yellow stained hands danced along bare ceilings as we caught the eyes of a stranger. Yes you’ve heard, I know we tried to search for constellations, with a fated dahlia drawn into our shadows and now we sit wrist deep in our luck and yours what would I say about it ?
Our shadowed reflections, yes a match..You

**𝘐𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘰𝘻𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘦𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 , 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺. 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴.


An effort to sue up your mind with a Collab on Instagram. Hope you’re doing well to keep up with the fuss around.

Don’t be shy saying it aloud if you feel tight.

Thank you..

21 thoughts on “If my poem were more than words…

  1. theatrealtair's avatar

    words… are the sound of our soul, aren’t they ?

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    1. Samyak Singh's avatar

      Woww😍..such beautiful insights..you could carry on with it if you wish.😄
      Thanks for reading intently. I appreciate that ❤️❤️

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      1. theatrealtair's avatar

        😀 did you see that? 😀 Anyway, congratulations again !

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      2. Samyak Singh's avatar

        Absolutely amazing!! Thanks again❤️

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  2. Accidental Blogger's avatar

    Definitely more than words 🙌

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      1. Accidental Blogger's avatar

        Oh “Dear” 😂😂

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      2. Samyak Singh's avatar

        It doesn’t have to end..I’m fine

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  3. Shantanu Baruah's avatar

    What vivid description of emotions

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    1. Samyak Singh's avatar

      Thank you sir..you’re such a good support ❤️

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      1. Shantanu Baruah's avatar

        My absolute pleasure

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  4. SAUDADE's avatar

    I am at loss of words….this is beautiful, Samyak! 💙

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    1. Samyak Singh's avatar

      Heyy!! You’re back.. thank you for reading as always. How have you been??

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      1. SAUDADE's avatar

        have been quite tied up lately but yeah, other than that…I’m good ! How about you?

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      2. Samyak Singh's avatar

        Just writing and sketching a bit..its been too long for a vacation now. Hopefully, you’re safe and sound there🤗💙

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  5. Niharika's avatar

    This truly left me speechless. Your words have blown me away, I don’t even know what to say. Just perfection at its best and you portrayed the pain beautifully ❤

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    1. Samyak Singh's avatar

      Thank you so much!! I’m grateful for your support..truly means a lot and keeps me writing because of that.
      Hope you’re safe and sound!!❤️

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      1. Niharika's avatar

        It’s my pleasure, truly.
        I’m well, thank you so much. I hope you are too😊

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  6. Richa's avatar

    words are so magical.we all are wizards because we have power of words.power to heal power to break someone just by our words.
    beautifully penned….

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    1. Samyak Singh's avatar

      Hey! thank you so much..it’s been long. Good to have you back. Your support has been Constant and amazing!!

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      1. Richa's avatar

        You are always welcome. Thank you and keep writing ❤❤❤

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