Silence

There's a kind of silence that comes

when everything you were scared of

finally happens.

And no one tells you how loud that silencecan feel.

It's not peaceful.

It's empty.

Like walking into a room where no one waits for you anymore

You don't cry loudly,

you just stare at the wall,thinking,

"So this is it?

This is what I was afraid of?"

You thought it would break you,

but somehow you're stilllhere

just more tired,

more quiet,

more cold.

You stop texting people

You stop hoping for replies

You eat less,

talk less,

sleep more,

but even your dreams feel heavy now.

People say,

"You'll be okay."

But they don't hear

how loud the silence iS

inside your chest.

now.

People say

"You'll be okay."

But they don't hear

how loud the silence iSo

inside your chest.

You smile when you have to.

You laugh sometimes, toO

But deep down,

you know you've changed

That something inside you

gave up.

Not in a big dramatic way.

Not with a scream or a goodbye.

Just slowly..

like how flowers forget to bloom

in places where the sun

never comes back.

I'm not waiting for betterdays,

just hoping tomorrow doesn't feel worse.

Three Days of Teasing & Blushes

Three Days of Teasing & Blushes

In a room of numbers and serious talk,

Stolen glances, a playful mock.

Between the charts and revenue streams,

A teasing spark, or so it seems.

SWOT in focus, strategy tight,

Strengths and threats in broad daylight.

Opportunities—his task to see,

With Rachit, he wrote—"Akshita in Marketing—Point no 12."

Lunch arrived, he knew me well,

My allergy story he loved to tell.

A smirk, a grin, a playful sight,

"Mushrooms? Want a bite?"

Then came coffee, a simple plea,

"Make me black coffee, just for me?"

He tried, he fumbled, he did his best,

But cappuccino was the final test.

I laughed, I teased, but deep inside,

He remembered—Black coffee, next time.

By evening’s glow, the teasing grew,

A couple? They laughed—was it true?

Blushes bloomed, he played along,

"I'm taken," he claimed, firm and strong.

By the pool, the crowd did cheer,

I hid behind him, full of fear.

"Save me, please!"—I made my plea,

He smiled and said, "You're safe with me."

Later out, a crowded ride,

Five or six, all squeezed inside.

Ice cream runs, the night felt light,

Yet I held back—beer’s taken flight.

"Why not go?" I asked in jest,

" I won't leave you, not like the rest,"

I laughed and asked, just to tease,

"Are you proposing me right now with ease?"

A smirk, a ring, a playful dare,

"I’m always ready,"—a moment rare.

Laughter spilled, a heart unsure,

A moment sweet, a joke so pure.

Then a whisper, late at night,

"Text me when you reach, alright?"

"If I don’t?" I teased again,

" we're married now," he grinned.

Next day’s meet, dressed cool and light,

"Off to Goa?"—my friend’s delight.

I laughed, I asked, "You leaving too?"

"Honeymoon calls—for me and you."

And as the trip came to its end,

A simple text I chose to send.

"Nice to meet you," soft and true,

"Likewise, wifey," he bid adieu.