All the things we never said | 5 Poems on Love and Life

We would meet one day at the edge of the universe
to trap time between the folds of our skin
and for the next thousand years,
we would turn memories into cosmic dust,
letting it go,
while talking about skies that held ridiculous dreams.
We would kiss too, for one last time,
before I collapse into this broken world.

If you ask me, this is probably the best thing that came out of my sleep-deprived mind last year. I go back to it again and again and wonder how I managed to form words that evoke so many feelings in me. You see, I hardly feel this kind of emotion in reality, unless I am reading a heartbreaking book. 🙂 I also managed to write more poems on love and life in the wee hours of the morning. As I said, among other things, motherhood has turned me into a 3 am poet.

Sharing with you some of the poems I wrote in the last few months. All of them were first posted on my instagram account – paperandprose

I wrote the below poem on the eve of Valentine’s day, in half an hour when my baby was sleeping. The thoughts had been accumulating in my head for long and I let them out as soon as I got a quiet moment. 🙂

Once upon a summer time

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Remember how cockleburs would stick to our clothes. And what a nightmare it was if they got stuck in the hair. Well, seems like I can’t get over the memory. So more cockleburs that caught feelings in next poem.

Alpenglow – A word I learned from an exceptionally written thriller novel by Blake Crouch called Wayward Pines. He actually uses this word in his other novels too. I loved the meaning and hence this poem. 🙂


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And the last one.


So which one did you like the most? Do let me know in the comment section. 🙂

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20 thoughts on “All the things we never said | 5 Poems on Love and Life

  1. Indeed, a tough choice! I love the way you play with language; your descriptive words are so evocative and appealing to all the senses. It’s easy to see what you see in the mind’s eye. Beware the 3 am poetry, though. I say this, having once written poetry at 3 am, following a late night academic study of Conrad’s “Heart of Darkness.” Upon rereading in the morning, I literally burned all the papers, lest a roommate find them and report me as suicidal – which I definitely was NOT, but that was what that story brought up and out of me, like a cancerous vomit. It might have been excellent poetry after editing, paring it down, understating the rawness of it. It MIGHT have been considered, by some, excellent poetry left exactly as it was. I don’t know. I’ll never know. I burned it. Part of me is still glad; part of me wishes I’d kept it somewhere, in a box, under lock and key, till decades later I could look at it with an editor’s eye and make something of it that was more…universal?

    1. Maybe you can try rewriting it. Sometimes I too am scared that people might think I am depressed. 😅 I often have to clarify I am not sad at all. It’s just the kind of poetry I love writing.

  2. Gosh, you are simply amazing! The Valentine poem – my fav! Every time I crib about not having time to blog, I think of you! Blogging is your creative stress buster, lucky you!

      1. Thanks for giving me ideas and you are not alone because i am also a poet and do poetry

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