Forbidden Love

We fall in love with the forbidden ones,
Why I can never fathom,
We resort to make believe,
And lose everything we can gather

Search for perfection and shadows of fantasies
A folly we chose to live in,
With experience of many untouched at our disposal
Wilderness begins to set in

It was uncanny, to come across a person like you,
but our paths crossed and the world seemed better for a few hours.
Happiness is short lived, so they say,
I am starting to believe it now.

What is happiness?
I always wondered.
Is it because of the rush we find in doing things, we shouldn’t?
Or because we find a reason to make believe and end mundane living?

Faith pondered upon these questions,
Answers never to be found
And somehow the temporary happiness makes me happy for now
Forbidden love to go on until we get caught


Questions and Heartbreak

I wonder, how many times it might have been
To be cried without being seen
A thirst quenched yet
A tear let out, subtle
Somewhere it may seem

Like we were meant to be
Why does it have to end then?
Why does it have to hurt?
Have I chose this life on purpose?
Or have the I chose to simply exist on surface?
With questions just as many
Would the limited answers suffice?
Will this be another heartbreak?
Or will we survive?

It was only until for a while,
A couple of hours of togetherness,
Expectations weighed heavier on one end,
And everything began to fail
The questions were answered in a matter of hours
Scared from love, he devoured
The answer was Goodbye, an easy way out
There lies another heartbreak
And days of left out.


Have you found me special
Have you found me nice
How about my hair, do you think it’s nice?
What about my eyes, do you think they shine?
I am killing a part of me with every passing second
I feel numb every time you stare
I know I am nothing what you desire
But I can’t save myself from this self proclaimed warfare
I seek revelation from the enemies
I give nothing to the ones I love
And loneliness seeks redemption from me
Resurrection and untouched scars they spur
How about now, have you found me special
Do you think I’m nice
Do you like my morality
Or should I cease my existence’s for all times

-Nishtha Pandey



All her life she thought she had mystical eyes
Everyone agreed with her, on the inside terming it as lies
As years passed by, her eyes grasped all the sorrow she was given
Left in despair, beaten and forsaken
Her eyes caught attention of many
They were described as magical and uncanny
The people ignored the desperation in those them
To a life full of sorrow she was condemned
The smile she wore on her face was a fake
The sadness in her eyes was written in her fate
Taunted by many for her beautiful eyes
Tears streamed down her face for every rose colored lies