PARNEET KAUR - POEMS

She is a 19-years-old emerging Indian writer. She started writing poetry when she was in 6th grade. She was intrigued by cosmic nights, polaroids, cafe shops , libraries, artists with weird obsessions and dark thoughts, smokers with hazel eyes, poetic souls with fragile bodies. She just love the lost and the lonely. This weird obsession became her passion to pen down her thoughts. Words became her shelter, escape and her weapons against everything.

​ ETERNAL LOVE?

You and me," He said, "we aren't eternal."
However, this moment,
this small lapse of time that
may be a mistake or
may be an act of faith - I honestly
do not care which-it's real.
It is heartbeats and
stuttered breaths
and soft skin and
so, so very human.
And when I met him, it seemed like
the world had finally
granted my wish,
and carved my happiness
in the shape of him.
He came to me with stars
in his eyes; waiting to be jotted
into constellations, and galaxies
hidden deep in his soul;
waiting to be explored
and loved by me.
But maybe that's the thing about
true love, it ends tragically.
i tried to paint over the
memories of him, camouflage him
in colors of green and gray.
but he is still here.
on my mind, always.
and even though the paint
has begun to fade,
the image of him, with me, has not.

​

​it is as permanent and vibrant
as ever. Or maybe you were the
stubborn ocean blue paint, that I
couldn't get off my hands
no matter how hard I try or
maybe you were the water,
the river, a sea of forever
that will never be mine.
Maybe it was love at first sight.
Or second. Or maybe it was
the third one that stroke me the most.
I felt butterflies in my stomach.
Or lions. Or maybe it was the
undeniable fear of the anticipated
hurting your departure
would feel like.
And when you left i wrote,
i wrote and i wrote, until there were
no more tears that
could be turned into ink.
at that moment, i sensed the
deepest void in my chest
because i had managed to spill
on the white pages all of my feelings
so now i lie here, as empty as these words I wrote.

COSMIC LOVE || END OF UNIVERSE

​❝Solve my equations of dark maths hidden in pulmonary vein/ of my what my heart not might / not a word I want, but your presence to reach a feeling of paradiscial delight/ fall in love with me , just as waves fall for the moon every night/ tranquillity will surround our mind when we will stare at these pink stained skies/ undress my mind with your euphonic words just as moon dresses the night/ let's break boundaries of space and time and perform the astral travelling of mind/ and when the scent of love will spread its wings for a panoply to shine/ that's the moment when Shakespeare will write about our cosmic love in the hidden diaries of his mind/ let him write about how our souls will conflate to quench thirst of our soul and mind/ about how planets will collide with sun in one strike / about how stars will drape themself in supernovae light/ about the end game of universe, splitting itself into a million atoms/ consuming all science/ about the end game of universe, splitting itself into a million atoms/consuming all science❞

YOU DON'T LOVE HIM ANYMORE ​

​you don't love him anymore
but sometimes when you look at
the sky it seems to be the same shade of blue as his eyes. 
you don't love him anymore
but sometimes when you are driving alone in your car, switching the radio stations and hear the song you two used to always sing together,
you get this overwhelming
ache deep in your chest.
you don't love him anymore
but sometime you catch
a glimpse of him laughing
and a knot forms in your
throat because it used
to be your favorite sound.
you don't love him anymore
but sometimes you catch yourself thinking about him and all the memories you made together.
you don't love him anymore
but sometimes when you drink so much that you can not even remember your name, you remember him.
you remember the way he held you, the way he kissed you,the way he made you feel special. 
you don't love him anymore
but sometimes you drive through
stop signs because it hurts too much to stop at one, especially the one where he took your hand, looked
into your eyes and told you he loved you for the first time.
you don't love him anymore
but sometimes when you are in class, or in bed, or watching a movie, or listening to music, it hits you that
he is gone and you cry
and cry but you swear
you do not love him anymore.

​HEARTBREAK

heartbreak is not crying
because someone left.

​heartbreak is crying
because they left and they
had your entire heart.

 it's hurting every time
you hear 'I love you'
because they were the
one person you loved.

​it's having trust issues
because they promised
they would never leave
you but they did.

heartbreak is pushing
people who love you
away because life
feels fake now.

​it's crying in the shower
with water pouring
over your crippled body
wishing that the pain
would wash away.

​it's all the thoughts
wondering if you will
ever be able to love again.

​it's wondering if anyone
will ever love you.
it's them leaving but it's
not just as simple as crying.

​it hurts because when
they left they took away
the best parts of you.

​because that's what happened.
they brought out the best
of you and took it with them
leaving you with no love,

​♡not even for yourself♡

​A BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF YOU

​You are not your name
nor your age.
You are not a weight
or the size of
clothes you wear.
You are not the color
of your hair or the
dimples in your checks.
You are all the books
you read and all the
words you speak.
You are your croaky
morning voice
and the smiles
you try to hide.
You are the
sweetness
in your laughter
and every tear
you have cried.
You are the songs
you sing so loudly,
when you know
you are all alone.
You are the places
that you have been to
and the one you call home.
You are the things
you believe in
and the people
that you love.
You are the pictures
in your bedroom
and the future
you dream of.
You are made
of so much beauty,
but it seems that
you forgot when you 
decided that
you were defined by


all the things you are not