My Poetry

I think this is the first time that I am revealing this but I am a closet poet. Well the word poet is maybe a misfit in my case since my poems are not (at all!) similar to the ones we read. Also, I don't know whether the stuff I write is good, or bad. But I've never bothered about that part because I just do it for myself.


I draw inspiration from everything that happens to me or the people around me. Unlike most others, I cannot write on the usual conventional topics like unconditional love, rainbows, butterflies, or other notions do not believe in. But I have written something on almost all the things I have experienced. So unless that has happened to me and I have had a first hand, or say second hand experience at it, I cannot write about it. Atleast I do not have to worry about 'poet's block', since I only write when I feel the creative juices flowing inside me have reached the brim.


I just wanted to share one of the first ones I wrote. The rest of them will always be locked up in my journal. This one is very amateur-ish and my style of writing has changed a bit since then, but its just that this poem will always be the closest to my heart, literally.


It is about someone I had a crush on. I really was crazy for him at the time. I could never tell him though. Typical me. But then he suddenly left college. I felt like we would now never have a chance to even talk. But I tried and we did (thank God for Facebook). I don't know how he felt and still don't but that was a long time back. But my lines say everything about how I did at the time. I was very hopeful. Infact, he inspired me so much that I wrote this one in 5 minutes flat.


Everything was so spontaneous. Words just kept flowing, and this was the time I felt how easy it was to express myself through poems. I really feel like changing a lot in it when I read it now (especially the first bit and the last part) but I wont. Because for me, this one is classic - you shouldn't mess around with it. Also I feel its now safe for me to share this because moreorless we have completely lost touch with each other so its not like he will ever end up reading it:)

You're Not Here

I know you're not the most attractive guy out there
Still why is it that every time you walk by my heart skips a beat

Everytime my phone beeps, I secretly wish it were you.
Though most of the times I am disappointed, even if its one from Yashu.

I love waking up in the morning to read you late-in-the-night texts.
It assures me that at times you needed someone to talk to, I was one of your nexts.

Everyday, I kinda look at the place you used to sit sit earlier and secretly sigh
And then look at your so-called-friends in their new groups, next to whom you would lie.

And then my mind wanders to a place where things would have been different.
We could've been great friends, and talking to you would'nt be such a perplexing accomplishment.

And then Im snapped back, usually by the person sitting next to me.
Oh was I once again strolling in my world of fantasy!

I run my fingers through my hair, wondering what I was going to do with myself.
When will I stop obsessing over him, my brain HAS to gain control of itself.

Sometimes I thank my stars for this thing between us, sometimes I doubt them
For I know I'll get hurt sooner or later, But whats life without a chance, then?

I know you will never read this, Believe me, this will NEVER reach you,
But wherever you are right now, I hope you get the message.
I dedicate these lines to you, for if I keep it inside me
for too long, I do not know what will be the presage.

-Heena Purohit
♥