Sudden Scribbles #5

“They call it ‘falling in love’ because whenever you fall you are bound to get hurt”

5 Years Later

Sudden Scribbles #4

I pulled out a book from the library shelf and saw you on the other side,
You smiled at me and here I am, 5 years later, standing as your brid

The Coffee Cup

I wake up at 2 am only to the smell of coffee reminding me of you

Standing in the coffee shop queue every morning,
I gaze at you with a smirk on face and my heart yearning.

I bite my lip and stare at my shoes as I see you smile,
Then I hear the ding of the shop’s door and leave my fantasy world for a while.

The morning of my birthday gifted me with butterflies as I expectantly came,
You weren’t there and the pit in stomach formed a maim.

I left the store at the verge of tears as I bumped into you running outside,
You spilled coffee on my birthday suit yet I stood their with a smile too wide.

You apologised too much and I forgave too quick,
Is it controversial that this birthday is my favourite pick ?

I left for my home town for a few days but the coffee there didn’t taste as good,
I’d rather spend these cold mornings there if I could.

I returned soon only to see your yearning eyes,
I asked for my coffee and forced my grin to disguise.

I left with the ringing of the coffee shop door as I came across a writing on my cup,
“Is 8 ok for me to pick you up?”

Love Languages

Sudden Scribbles #3

Her love language:
Strumming her guitar at midnight while staring into his eyes

His love language:
Kissing all her guitar string bruises till sunrise

The Dead Butterflies Society

Sudden Scribbles # 1

“I felt butterflies in my stomach the day I opened up to you,
Those moments makes me sick now that we’re through”

Hey ! I was thinking of trying out something new so I came up with the idea of a segment for my blog called ‘Sudden Scribbles’ .
It’s basically short poetic lines that pop into my mind at anytime so I just jot them down and post them here !

I hope you like them ♡

New-Year Writing Contest

This cozy afternoon I decided to take part in this contest. This is being hosted by Srishti at The Srishti Blog ! Do check out her posts. They are wonderful and inspirational !


  • Thank the person who nominated you/who’s blog you find this onI found this on Akshita’s blog at Anthology of Akshita’s Thoughts !
  • If you have a blog, list down the rules in a post, if not, contact/email the creator (contact page).
  • Add the logo of this post that is:
  • Last date for submission is 20th January 2022, winners will be announced on 24th January 2022.
  • Link back to the original post and the post of the one who nominated you.
  • Word limit ranges to 1000 words.
  • Inappropriate content shall be disqualified.
  • You can submit only one entry. 
  • Nominate at least 5 people to participate in this contest.

My Submission

Love On New Year’s Eve

I gaze sideways at the curtain because there’s just too much to say,
I anchor my words, my thoughts…as I wait for something you to convey. 

There is an urgency in this comfort, something my tapping foot awaits,
Yet, that time, the shadows of hope seemed to fade out the gate. 

My graphite scribbled intents are erased by your good bye,
I put a smile on, say the same and nod my head with a sigh. 

The 2:00 am disconnects are brutal yet so is when you say “good night”,
Things frustrate me, they confuse me
But god ! Talking to feels just so right. 

In many ways than one, you evoked feelings I never thought I deserved,
Believe me when I say laughs along with tears we’re served. 

Yet here I am, staring into your hazel eyes thinking if I can ever escape,
My soul feels unencumbered. I’m lost…in your surreal gape. 

Then comes those times where my tresses crave your stroke
While the hopes of that are futile and that of I’m aware
Just…sorry I am for those sleepless nights when all I wished was for you to be there. 

Then came that lingering moment when the freeze cloaked my clock
 (time stopped)
That night, those words slipped out as my heart lost the key to its lock. 

I’m smirking as I write these words, rolling my eyes cause these circumstances I don’t believe !
I guess all I’m trying to say is ‘I love you’ and baby...that wraps my New Year’s Eve.


Here are a few bloggers I would like to nominate-

Thank you and Good Luck !

A Dark Mist

This is a collaborative post with Ishita at Thoughts Resonate. Her poems and posts are amazing and the way she can express her thoughts in such few words is just flawless! Please check out her posts and I promise you would be impressed beyond words! She and I wrote this poem together and her ideas were awesome! I hope we can do this more often as it was a lot of fun!!

You can find our previous collab post here

A Dark Mist

The cold floor feels comforting,
as the numbness caresses me slowly.
Sinking into my chambers of distress,
My fragile arms engulf me and me only.

In the darkness of the night,
the silence echoes in my ears.
I’m guided by the wind,
guided deeper into my fears.

Every single day, the mirror questions me.
I wish to wander where my solace lies,
I wish to forgo the constant anathema,
but I feel deluded by my unholy cries.

In the darkness of the night,
My thoughts obscure my reality.
Gasping for breath in the toxic air,
My grave lies beneath this calamity.

The cold floor is still comforting,
as the numbness caresses me slowly.
To put an end to these tribulations,
I surrender myself into this melancholy…

-Tanvi Kamra & Ishita Gupta


“I hear it, but I can’t accept it…..I can’t let go.”

An ominous silence falls apart 
Yet the wind has a calmer demeanour. 
The rustle of the dried leaves stir the sound
As my heavy breaths become leaner. 

Then the grave next to me lights up, 
As if a Christmas tree in the cold. 
It sang it’s melody, so painful yet raw 
And the flashbacks of my past begin to unfold. 

The iridescent hallways reveal the bygone,
I hear a sound from the grave behind, 
then the melody descends to infinite,
As all the tombs sing a melody so divined. 

The melody of death leads me to the beyond, 
 Yet the soul of mine had other plans 
Frightened and terrified it tried to run
But we can’t escape from the truth in short spans. 

As if tied with chains, my body paralysed to the casket,
My mind and heart kept racing as if trying to slip off the fence,
But like every realisation , this hit me like a ton of  bricks,
Because it wasn’t the symphony of death but the symphony of acceptance.

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