I was so in love— too madly, too truly. An unseen love, yet seen by everyone. Every time I cried for her, my tears turned into countless stars. Oh,...Read more
Uthara Shivkumar

Raw emotions in ink — poems about love, life, and the self.
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Male penguins decorate their living space with stones, imagining it as a palace for their queen. In the same way, I want to decorate my home with lots...Read more
Who told the rain to meet the soil? Who told the butterfly to meet the flower? Who told the sunflower to follow the sun? Who told the moon to chase th...Read more
When I lean on your chest, I hear two voices— your heartbeat, and your voice speaking from your heart, talking about our future.the same future I drea...Read more
The closeness when your breath mixes with my breath feels like the rhythm of our love song, passing through and hitting my heart, which purified my so...Read more
I can’t start writing a poem. It feels very hard after so many years, in the world of maturity, in the world of what people accept, in the world where...Read more
Every time I go to the office, I wear vanilla perfume. My friends often ask, “What perfume is that? It smells so unique.” I tell them it’s vanilla, bu...Read more
Oh my dear heart, I don’t know how many happy things are still there to face. Oh my dear heart, I don’t know how many sad things are still there to f...Read more
Kaaga re, kaaga re Mori itni araj tohse Chun chun khaaiyo maans Kaaga re, kaaga re Mori itni araj tohse Chun chun khaaiyo maans Arajiya re ...Read more
You are the reason I wake up, to breathe, to stay alive. You and I were not two people, but one soul. Now we are like water and oil, unable to mix. ...Read more
My owner loves me so much. When he wakes up, tired and dull, one look at me—and he smiles. When he hears my song, his tiredness fades away. Sometimes...Read more
Who told you you don’t speak too much? I have seen your eyes— When they see me, They speak a new language, A language only you and I know. A language...Read more
After a big fight, your shoulder feels like returning to my grandma’s house — the soft smile, the smell of mud, the green trees, the taste of water. ...Read more
After a big fight Decided not to talk But words are not silent I felt like that silence haunts me worst I’d rather fight every day But that's not the...Read more
Your love feels like water in a desert— I see it, and my heart fills with hope. But the closer I walk, the farther it fades, leaving only sand
I am saving every smile of mine, not sure when it will return. Like ants saving food for the rain, like a child putting coins in a piggy bank, I keep...Read more
Who’s at fault when we both are wrong? You see my faults, I see yours— but only mine seem to stay. I forgave, you remembered. Am I ego-less, or just ...Read more
If my heart were glass, it could never be whole again. Even if joined, the cracks would always remain. But my heart is a tree— when broken, it still ...Read more
A mirror broke, yet still it reflected light. My trust cracked, but my soul kept shining.
Where is the tree that saved me from the sun? Where is the tree that kept me dry in the rain? Finally, I found you — fallen, and beside you, the cat —...Read more