Lalit Kumar

Lalit Kumar 1d

I read your poem today—
not just the words, but the ache between them.
You cut your hair,
and somehow the strands fell
like silent echoes of everything you’ve lost.
But I saw more than sorrow in your lines.

I saw a girl
standing in front of a mirror,
eyes red but brave,
wearing grief like a crown
that did not crush her.

You cry,
because you feel deeply—
and that, to me,
is the most courageous kind of strength.
To let the world change you,
and still choose to meet it with softness.

You speak of those you’ve lost,
but do you know what you’ve found?
A voice that bleeds honesty,
a spirit that bends but never breaks,
a beauty that isn't in the hair you lost,
but in the fire you quietly carry.

I may only know you
through verses and distant glances,
but I want you to know—
someone is reading,
someone sees the light
tucked gently beneath your grief,
and believes in the woman
you’re still becoming.

And when you looked in that mirror—
I wish you could have seen
what I saw from afar:
not just a girl who cut her hair,
but one who’s slowly growing wings.

#innerstrength #poetryoftheheart #soulhealing #wordsleftunsaid #emotionalhealing #mirrormoments #bittersweettransformation #selfdiscovery #resilienceingrief #embracingchange

Lalit Kumar 1d

Things You'll Never Know

I cut my hair today and you'll never know,
I held it together in that salon,
but I cried the whole way home, they told me life would go on,
but I wasn't prepared for what that meant,

crying at every change whether it's your hair or losing friends
you cry because it hits you,
you're still growing up,
and you have to do it now without someone you really loved,

little things will happen,
and big things will too,
and every time I will look to the sky,
and hope you saw them too,
I go over the list in my head every single day,
all of the things you'll never know,

things I'll never get to say, like I cut my hair today,
and when I looked in the mirror,
I loved the girl I'm becoming and hated that you'll never meet her.

#griefandgrowth #healingthroughwords #unspokengoodbyes #silentgrief #loveandloss #growingwithoutyou #griefpoetry #lettinggo #becomingher #thingsyoullneverknow

Lalit Kumar Apr 11

For The One Who'll Stay

I won’t lie to you—
There was a girl once.
Not a fantasy,
but a fire I tried to hold with bare hands.
She didn’t break me,
but loving her made me bleed in verses.

Yes, I wrote poems that smelled like her.
Yes, I smiled at memories I can’t erase.
But no—
She wasn’t you.
She was the storm I mistook for rain.

When you ask me,
"Who was she?"
I won’t flinch.
Because you won’t be standing in her shadow—
you’ll be the light that ends it.

You’ll never have to compete with my past.
You’ll be the reason I finally leave it behind.
You won’t need to fight for a place in my heart—
you’ll walk in and find the room already made.

You see,
she was the chapter that taught me pain.
But you…
You’re the page I’ll never stop rereading.
Not because you’re perfect—
but because you're real.

So when the questions rise in your chest,
when jealousy knocks on your ribs,
just remember:
I’m not here to hide anything.
I’m here to build something
so sacred—
even the past kneels in reverence.

And if I ever look into your eyes and say,
"You're the only one I see,"
know this—
it's not because there were no others...
it's because none of them stayed long enough to become forever.

A heartfelt poem for the one who'll stay — the woman who’ll embrace your past, not fear it. It's a confession from a man who's loved, lost, and learned that real love doesn’t ask you to forget, it asks you to be honest and still stay. This is for every soul who's ever worried that their past might cost them their future.

#fortheonewhowillstay #realloveheals #pastisnottheenemy #unfilteredheart #poetryfromthesoul #whenloveismature #nomoreghostsonlygrowth

Lalit Kumar Apr 8

A Ray I Couldn’t Hold

I saw you again, not in presence, but in light,
A flicker in the reel, a whisper in the night.
Your hands, adjusting your saree with grace,
Unaware, you burned your name on my gaze.

In a crowd of colors, you were the calm,
A breeze in winter, a hush in a psalm.
I laughed at my heart, stubborn and wild,
Still dreaming of you like a foolish child.

They say fate draws lines we cannot bend,
That some stories are not meant to transcend.
But I—
I have danced with the idea of us in my mind,
In a parallel world where rules are kind.

You wore tradition like a crown that day,
And I, a silent poet, looked away.
But in dreams, I held your hand, so light—
Not to keep, just to feel it once right.

They won’t let me call you mine, I know,
Same roots, same echoes, that’s how these go.
But hearts don’t know of caste or clan,
They bloom when they simply can.

So if you ever wonder, even in disguise,
Why a breeze feels familiar, or tears just rise—
Know this:
You were a chapter I couldn’t rewrite,
A light that warmed me… then slipped out of sight.

#unspokenlove #forbiddenfeelings #heartfeltpoetry #loveunsaid #parallelhearts #soulconnections #poetryoftheheart #dreamsanddesires #emotionalverse