Spira Patil

Chai and him

We wake up at 4It’s still dark outsideBut we can hear the birds chirping alreadyHow are they so excited so early in the morning?I wonder. We stay there for sometimeJust breathingNot using our phonesNot arguing about anythingNot being cheesyNot laughingNothing.It’s one of the best moments.I wouldn’t trade this for anything. It’s been a while now.SoContinue reading “Chai and him”

The Lace

Her eyes whispered an evil story, a tale of insanity untold, her blood-stained hands weren’t sorry, for what they had let unfold. A human body lay before her, dead. The room was engulfed by silence. She moved towards the body, inclined her head, no heartbeat, no pulse, no defiance. She smiled as she caressed theContinue reading “The Lace”

You are just happy

The villagers are staring at youThey are whispering somethingAbout how old you areAnd you still go to schoolYou are only in seventh standard.Isn’t that the appropriate class?After all you are only 12 years old.But you walk away as fast as you can.You reach home and keep your bag down,It’s time for you to work.You cookContinue reading “You are just happy”

Will you hold me?

Will you hold me?No, not now,When I fall.Will you hold me when I fall?That’s the question that I want answered.Is that confusion on your face?Or is it hesitation?Am I reading too much between the lines?Oh, you will have to forgive meI’m used to reading too much.Books and people.People like you,Please don’t get offended,You are notContinue reading “Will you hold me?”

Broken

I slipped.Fell hard on the concrete floor.But I had to get up immediatelyI couldn’t stopMy head was throbbing where it was hit.No, not the concrete floor, the bat.The bat had come swinging so fastAnd I had failed to dodge.Too slow.There was blood on my face after it hit me.I froze only for a moment beforeContinue reading “Broken”

I smile

I feel lonely sometimesNot because you aren’t beside meYou are right herePlaying with my hair with your left handabsentmindedly,And with the right hand you are holding your phone,Typing away on itYou tell her how your day wasYou tell her about the cute little dogyou saw on the sidewalkYou tell her how bored you get sometimesAndContinue reading “I smile”

The Journey Begins

You I try writing a poem No rhyme scheme, no pattern Just a blank verse There’s a prompt that I saw on Instagram ‘The day we came out of lockdown’ I start thinking of ideas for it But there’s nothing I’m surprised I used to write a lot before I met you, About the colourfulContinue reading “The Journey Begins”