The Heart Speaks

What do you call it when you know it’s not worth the fight? What do you call it when you love a thing that won’t buy you a life? What do you call it when someone loves you and you can’t give it back? Call it patience, small and steady. Call it keeping, doing it for the sake of doing. Call it gentle grief, soft, honest, without noise. Call it courage, leaving with open hands. Call it stubborn hope, blooming though it won’t pay. Call it kindness, returning love with what you can give. No single name fits, just quiet choices: the slow work of staying whole. -Surabhi S H

  In the silence, I find my words, As days drift by, life unfurls. Connections lost, like fleeting birds, A natural flow, the world twirls. I drift away, despite their tries, Their warmth, their light, I failed to share. In distance, bonds dissolve, goodbyes, Yet guilt's embrace, I do not wear. Friendships are valued, but hard to keep, Complex and fragile, like a fine thread. Sparks that start, soon fall to sleep, Leaving echoes of words unsaid. Life's a mosaic, relationships weave, A path I tread, uniquely mine. In time, perhaps, I'll learn to leave, A space for ties that intertwine. -Surabhi S H

  That undying thirst,though I had quenched it for a while; Why live with little? When there's more out there. How many more steps do I need to take?, 'One more mile' said an old rock,a milestone you know; 'That bigger view awaits.' He said. Why climb so far?While you watch them fly. Pieces of me wanted a whole, and the footsteps,a trail to be left behind; I'm drained. 'Just one more mile... you brave, To fetch your moon, You burn a little in their sun; You ain't gonna stop here, That peak is meant for you; How high? Don't bother, Climb the hill, not to get through that last mile; But may be thousands ahead',said the old one who stood in my way. But,why thousands more? I wondered, 'The moon has countless lovers,my child' he said. How do you know? 'It's been just thousands of years and could be a thousand more ',said he with a smile; That meant ,'One more mile'.                 ...

The very first time I saw you,  I knew we had some connection, The sparkle in your eyes kept me drawing towards you, Definitely, it was never meant to be just an infatuation. We kept bumping into each other, Maybe that was the will of the time, Or some conspiracy of the stars, But, I am glad we crossed paths. We just kept mum, afraid of the consequences, Love was deep but not strong enough to break the wall of silence we shared, We never let the feelings take over, As we thought we were never meant to be that way. Now, as I sit with this romantic novel in my hands, I just think how foolish I had been, Could not admit my feelings for you, I just realised,out of fear,I had nipped that love in the bud before it could bloom.                                   -Surabhi S H

In the world we live in today, None can predict how will someone turn out be the next day. Fairytales give children hopes of beautiful lives, But,the truth is there ain't one in reality to witness or live. We are paved ways to happiness and prosperity through careers, It's a rat race as they say,we are in, Same destiny,multiple ways... But,the truth is there ain't a career that could buy happiness unless it had your passion fuelling it. Humans we are,harrowing each other!Aren't we? some in the name of religion;while some in the name of money, We are none to destroy the serenity of this world, But,the truth is we try to claim something that we owe the rest every time! We talk about humanity,coexistence and interdependence; W here are the actions?just rotten minds chasing ascendance ;  This planet,our dwelling is a big home with billions of lives, But,the truth is most of us do not know that we are mere 'tenants', Someday we have to leave...remember,the reason sha...

5th April 2020 11:54 PM Dear diary,             It's been a while since I was feeling really low.I just felt like giving up everything and taking a break.My mind and body haven't been good friends for the past couple of days. Literally, I feel like there's a kind of load that I am carrying, and it definitely is inevitable. I cannot get rid of it.I, who loved to work hard in bits and pieces, now find it quite difficult to give it a long run.             Yeah, I know I don't have enough time left to sit and think about what happened and about the consequences. Sometimes, all you can do is let go. Yeah, I find things out of my control. I make myself believe that everything is going to be okay.             I have realized that no matter how bright and hardworking you have been at times, when it's needed and you're...

Tonight, I stare at the starry sky, Lit with bright and twinkling stars too high, The angels sing lullaby for me to sleep, While the demons are at war,waiting for me to weep. Tonight, I stare at the starry sky, The heaven seems too peaceful, While the hell is full of terror, I lack the sense of choice tonight, Whom will I choose to be? An angel or a demon... Tonight I stare at the starry sky, What do I do? Conceal the truth or reveal the lie? The angels tempt me to be a blessing, While the demons to be a curse. But soon,the starry sky disappears; And the sun lit morn arises.. Now,I think what if such nights were to last forever?                                                       - SURABHI HATTURE