Suraj Rajvanshi
Bio
I'm 22 year old poet based in India, I basically write about themes which includes my deepest emotions. I think have a unique style to write those emotions from their own POV. Hope you like them.
Stories (2/0)
LOVE
If I had been able to sleep without your dreams, my nights would’ve been better. If you could just get out of my head, the voices could stop. If you decide to just fade away, I could be whole again. But you don't, you decide to whisper in my ears every night how lonely I am. Now I can’t write poetry about you or anyone in particular. All I have left is my blood to sign a contract. Clearly, you see me as a miserable fellow since you don’t hold my hand anymore. Or don’t even hug me when you see me on the streets passing by your home. When I had you in my arms, time stopped for me, but for you, it passed rapidly. And you pushed me back a little, because you felt disgusted, I seem. If only you'd fallen a little more, there would be more pages written for you. But it’s still more than all the letters I wrote to grief about you. I don’t know who you’ll be when I meet a new person. But I would like it if you could be a little more gentle. Take the body of a person who’s strong enough to accept their flaws, or maybe discard them. Maybe how about someone who works in a library and sips coffee in the morning? Who plays moves so amazing and takes my side as a queen to my chessboard? Who also speaks classical and loves flowers like a gardener? Whose eyes are more majestic than your previous self? And understands me like Milena. Oh! Love, make sure you come meet me next time, as I don’t know your address anymore. ~Suraj Rajvanshi
By Suraj Rajvanshi3 months ago in Poets
Emotions
I am someone with numerous experiences, experiences that gut your soul out. No, this is not about some poetic love story that changed me, This is about myself and my own weird world, I was created with the sole purpose to destroy, Destroy what you ask? Destroy every emotion in people’s minds. Who were they? Some were close, some distant. Some cruel, some kind, some deserving, some not. Yet I butchered their emotions and made them my puppets. Manipulating their every action with the strings made of the thin layer of their skin. Why did I do it? Because I was bored. That made others life hell and my heaven. Clearly you think I am a psychopath, no I’m not I have my own emotions and I feel others too. I just don’t care enough. Yes, you can say I am not right in mind or I’m a murderer. But I didn’t kill anyone except their will to live. All the deaths that happened were their own choice. I had the string you know, I wanted them to not fall. I was holding them. Then why did they die? Who knows, people without emotions are empty shells. What I felt? Unpleasurable sadness, I guess. What is my name you ask? I go by different names, some call me grief, Some depression, some guilt, some despair. Some accepted me, others despised me. But nobody ever loved me. No, it was more like, everyone hated me. Constantly yearning out to the greater power that why did they have me on their pitiful shoulders. But these so-called human beings never knew they were the ones who created me. Maybe if they learn how to reverse the curse, they lay upon themselves, They could best me. But they never learn, do they? The constant agony, their screams, some might find it horrifying. But they are just echoes of their own miserable heart. When will the killing stop? I don’t know, ask my god.
By Suraj Rajvanshi3 months ago in Poets