i read this really well written thing, by a lady, whom oh i do not know and oh how she reminded and made me realize something.

in 4th

i was always a rather shy child. and just really sensitive. oh how now that i reminisce, i recall crying so many times, whenever oh i would lose a pencil or a rubber.

or when this guy would hide my stuff, for his own fun.

oh my tears had no end. for oh losing something that oh was familiar to me would always break me and oh i was never taught as to how should one cope up with a loss that oh may seem small, but oh it meant so much more to me.

i come from a very lonely place, whilst in school

and that’s why, i guess, these inanimate objects were the only friends i had wherein i was in my most comfort.

oh how I’d cry, when the teacher would ask me to switch places, after i would have in my own childish ways got oh just so close to the one sitting beside me.

in 3rd

oh even then, i seem to have loved being alone, for oh i remember as the kids were chirping and having fun, i chose a seat next to the teacher.

for oh no one wanted to be my friend, nor oh i knew how to befriend one. and oh i still do not.

in 8th

i remember being in tears later; i told my sister that oh i had no friends. oh i remember telling her, how no one ever talked to me or played with me. oh how i told her a few things about my loneliness about which even I didn’t understand anything

and so it is indeed true, i come from a rather lonely place

oh i was not in the wrong, yet oh i had to suffer

oh was it my fault that oh i was sensitive to the smallest of things

oh why. why was it me who was taken advantage of

just because i was innocent to the ways of this world

oh tell me, why

make my childhood feel blissful and not as the time when i was the most insecure

oh this however was just the beginning of the exploitation of the innocence in me

for oh i lost so much more after that

and oh yet, here I’m today

talking and dreaming of love, all the time

for oh it is indeed true, i do not want anyone’s innocence be stripped of them

just like it was for me

oh i can only love one, but oh let the way i love

set an example as to oh how should you love

for oh i prefer to remain a fool, who believes in love and all stories fairytale

for that is the only truth, my pain taught me

and that will be, all i ever preach

love away.

especially you, eve.

with love


  1. potatosandwich · April 30

    Deep words and thoughts

    Liked by 4 people

  2. Y. Hope Osborn · April 30

    Very sensitive, self-aware, and vulnerable. Good for you. And good for your readers.

    Liked by 4 people

  3. Shamayam · April 30

    Sending virtual hugs to you! I hope you never stop dreaming of a wonderful life. I hope you always love like you do. I wish you all the happiness and I hope this world never takes away all the good things that you have to offer! You’re a gem! xx

    Liked by 6 people

  4. Kay Em Ellis · May 1

    Beautiful. Deep cries out to deep.

    Liked by 4 people

  5. srupar · May 1

    oh the bliss that you preach is the truth.
    oh the most complex to penetrate but when one allow oneself to open up,
    oh one see the ultimate truth,
    love,love,love .

    Liked by 4 people

  6. beachah · May 1

    Deep and beautiful. I can relate to a certain extent.

    Liked by 5 people

  7. INFINITY · May 2

    I love all your poetry. It’s beautiful. Please keep writing

    Liked by 5 people

  8. parikhit dutta · May 4

    This is profound.

    Liked by 4 people

  9. uninhibitedtruth · May 4


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  10. Ruelha · May 11

    Wow Srijan….this post is so beautiful. It’s intense, real and very relatable…..I think you really write from the heart….it reflects in your poetry….take care 🙏🌈

    Liked by 3 people

  11. bostongirl13 · May 22

    Mostly what I have known since childhood is abuse, pain, shame, and loneliness. I have ached for love for so long but found it elusive.

    I read your poetry and find it so lovely. Something has always deeply resonated in me with your words. Now I may understand why.

    Liked by 3 people

  12. sirhathasan · May 22

    Kub shondor, kub bal lagce eta porte :D

    Liked by 1 person

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