Lalit Kumar

Lalit Kumar Apr 7

He traced my limits with dripping fate,
A careless god with a water-drawn gate.
I ran in circles—dry shrinking fast,
Each lap a loop, a haunted past.

The lines closed in, the world grew tight,
No sky above, no edge in sight.
Till even breath became a crime,
And drowning felt like passing time.

But something wild refused to die,
Not strength—just rage at a soaking lie.
I kicked the flood, broke rules of grace,
And carved my way through scattered space.

Now here I stand, soaked to skin,
On dry land, breathing in—
Like I was never trapped at all,
Like the flood was just a small downfall

A boy spills water on the ground.
He drags his finger through it, drawing a circle.
An ant gets trapped inside the wet boundary.
It keeps walking, confused, trying to find a way out.
The boy keeps shrinking the space, closing it more with each new water line.
The ant starts circling faster, its dry ground disappearing.
Soon there’s nowhere left to stand—just water.
It struggles, floats a bit, almost drowns.
Then suddenly, it fights back.
Pushes through the water, breaks the trap.
And somehow—it walks out.
Back on dry ground.
Like nothing happened.

#lifemetaphor #antstory #trappedbutnotbroken #survivalmode #drowninginsilence #escapetheloop #mentalstruggles #breakthecycle #pushthroughpain

Lalit Kumar Apr 7

A Stranger Sat Beside Her Silence

I found you in fragments,
not in face—but in feeling.
In verses you left on passing winds,
soft, sorrow-laced, and healing.

A selenophile’s sigh beneath moonlight,
your words, aching like autumn’s breath—
and I? Just a stranger
who mistook your sadness for depth.

I wrote not to be seen,
but to leave a trace in your night.
A quiet thought, a flicker—
never meant to become your spotlight.

But maybe I lingered too long,
near a silence not mine to keep.
Stepped into spaces meant for no one,
where your shadows learn to sleep.

And now I retreat, with hands in pockets,
like an evening walk gone still—
where I should've just sat beside,
not stirred a soul against its will.

So take these words like rain on stone,
they'll vanish before they stain.
Maybe it’s guilt, maybe it’s overthinking—
or maybe... just love without a name.

This is the last you’ll hear from me,
no echoes, no reply—
just a soft goodbye folded in poetry,
and a hope that you reach the sky

(poetry by a soul who felt too much, too soon)

#unspokenfeelings #strangertosilence #selenophilesoul #poetryconfession #felttoomuch #wordsunsent #moonlitthoughts #poeticgoodbye #emotionalwaves

Lalit Kumar Apr 1

when life makes sense

When the sorrow you kept inside starts to burn in a cigarette,
When a genius of science starts writing poems,
And when someone who never listens to anyone starts listening to poems,

With a laptop bag on my shoulder,
Far from home, in a strange city, at a station,
When I see a child crying in his mother’s lap,
I smile and remember my own home,
That’s when life makes sense.

When sleep gets lost in the dark pits under your eyes,
That’s when life makes sense.
When you face words like rent, ration, electricity, and water,
When a fearless heart begins to feel a little scared,
When the burden of home responsibilities starts weighing on your shoulders,
That’s when life makes sense.

When the one who once cried to get a toy,
Now smiles but takes the wounds,
When someone with a heart of stone is broken like a flower,
When someone more precious than life leaves you alone on the road,
That’s when life makes sense.

When making friends seems more difficult than staying alone,
When a dried rose kept in a diary feels more important,
When someone you see in the mirror feels like a stranger,
That’s when life makes sense.

When you want to cry but can’t,
When you grow so big that in the middle of family fights,
You stand firm and when someone asks, “Is everything okay?”
And you say, “Everything’s fine,”
That’s when life makes sense.

When the lie spoken by your lips
Is revealed as truth by someone’s eyes,
When the dreams of someone get devoured by the crowd around them,
When the silence in the room shouts loudly in your ears,
That’s when life makes sense.

When you realize that nothing is like the destination,
When you understand that there’s no destination like the one imagined,
There’s only the road, far and wide,
When the day doesn’t begin even after the sun rises,
When nothing works the way you want it to,
When a grand house has no one to call home,
That’s when life makes sense.

When the moon doesn't show the marks of aging,
When the moon doesn’t show the imperfections and stains,
When the tunes of songs fade into the words of the songs,
When the tears saved all day fall onto the pillow,
That’s when life makes sense.

When coming home on time in the evening seems right,
When the sorrow you kept inside starts to burn in a cigarette,
When a genius of science starts writing poems,
And when someone who never listens to anyone starts listening to poems,

That’s when life makes sense.
That’s when life makes sense.
Love, **** it, still doesn’t make sense.

#liferealizations #selfreflection #strugglesoflife #growthandmaturity #poetryonlife #inner #struggles #human #emotions #personal

Lalit Kumar Apr 1

A sudden unexpected call.....

I sit, the world around me a blur,
Masi talks, but I’m lost in a stir.
Then, the call—unexpected, sharp and bright,
My heart leaps, racing into the night.

Why her, why now? My thoughts collide,
A hundred questions swirl, but none I can hide.
Should I pick up? Should I dare?
Her voice, her presence, it’s too much to bear.

The call drops—disconnected, left to wonder,
My heartbeat thunders like distant thunder.
Then the text, a playful jest,
"Yes, Your Highness," my chest does protest.

She replies, “I need to show you something,”
My pulse quickens, anticipation thumping.
A mystery, a pull, but I can't resist,
I pick up the phone, nervous, clenched fist.

She speaks, her voice like an old, sweet song,
And I hear laughter, where I belong.
But there’s more—Her friend by her side,
And their boyfriends, caught in the tide.

My heart skips—Romantic rival stands, so near,
And I can’t look away, trapped in fear.
She tells him to shut up, her voice a command,
And I watch, helpless, as life slips from my hand.

She turns, showing her saree’s glow,
A princess in pink, stealing my soul.
And I ask, “Are you at Lawgate?” with a smile,
She teases, “MBA,” for just a while.

“I’ll come back too,” I say, trying to play,
But inside I ache, like I’ve gone astray.
Her image haunts me, her beauty remains,
A moment lost, wrapped in chains.

Her voice soft, “Later,” she says with a sigh,
And I stand there, watching her leave, asking why.
She’s with him now, and I’m here, lost,
Her laughter echoes, my heart pays the cost.

We never were, yet we shared it all,
In the same PG, memories that call.
The quiet nights, the shared glances, the unsaid truth,
Now lost in time, like forgotten youth.

Her image stays, as vivid as then,
A beauty, a mystery, forever my friend.
Yet she walks with him, and I stand apart,
A stranger to her, with a broken heart.

Her smile, her saree, the memories remain,
But my heart races, lost in the pain.
Romantic, yes, but sadistic too,
For I loved her then, and still do.

#unspokenlove #heartbeats #lostmemories #romanticpain #fadedconnections #bittersweet #unresolvedfeelings #emotionaljourney #nostalgiclove #saree

Lalit Kumar Mar 30

Whispers of Destiny

I sit with tea, bold and warm,
as rain hums its endless charm.
The earth sighs, a scent so deep,
a fragrance the heavens keep.

Drops dance upon my outstretched skin,
a memory lingers—where to begin?
She was there, a fleeting stay,
if only time had let her sway.

Destiny, oh, a playful tease,
sometimes kind, sometimes a tease.
It brings us close, then pulls away,
a cruel yet wistful child's play.

Yet I won't chase, I won’t demand,
for fate unfolds with unseen hands.
I fear to test what’s meant to be,
but faith—oh, that I set free.

For Krishna, Mahadev, Maa Durga bright,
belief stands firm in endless night.
Do my part, then let it flow,
the rest is not for me to know.

And though that moment hasn’t yet come,
I trust it beats like a silent drum.
For when heart and fate align as one,
the story’s written, never undone.

#destiny #faith #belief #rain #love #hope #fate #krishna #mahadev #maadurga

Lalit Kumar Mar 30

Allergies of Old Verses

Sometimes, flipping through old verses
Feels like opening a dusty window—
A gust of forgotten air
Rushing into my lungs.

A lost thought lingers in my throat,
Like a sneeze that never comes.
The past, like a cold,
Stays with me for days.

I once thought time was a magician,
Pulling endless moments from a hat.
Now I see—
It’s just a tired juggler,
Tossing the same tricks,
As we pretend to be surprised.

Some poems are wrapped in silence,
Pressed between pages like dried leaves.
They were never meant to be seen—
She feared someone would recognize her in them.
But I wonder, if I set them free,
Would she recognize herself now?

I cough,
As old words scratch against my breath.

Old poems carry the scent
Of blankets left out in the sun—
Memories aired out,
Dreams wiped clean.

Yet, some stains remain.
Some echoes refuse to fade.

And just before the past settles,
A sneeze always lingers—
An allergy to old verses.

#poetry #oldmemories #nostalgia #allergiesofthepast #lostverses #timeandpoetry #emotionalpoetry #dustofmemories #unspokenwords #forgottendreams

Lalit Kumar Mar 30

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐞

Your fingers begin where words are lost,
tracing slow fire along my skin,
like a whisper, like a promise,
like a prayer only my body understands.

The night hums between us, heavy, electric,
breath tangled with breath,
heat curling at the edges of restraint,
a war we no longer wish to fight.

You taste me like sin, like surrender,
lips parting against mine,
pulling me deeper into the gravity of you,
where the world ceases,
where nothing else matters.

Your hands speak in languages older than time,
lifting, pressing, claiming,
drawing sighs from the depths of me
that only you have ever known.

And then—
bodies collide, slow and aching,
hips meeting in a rhythm carved into the universe,
moans swallowed by open mouths,
by shuddering breath, by the urgency of need.

You bury yourself where I am soft,
where I am fire, where I am yours.
And I let you in, deeper, deeper,
until I no longer know where I end and you begin.

And when we fall—together, undone—
it is not an ending, but a beginning,
a creation, a devotion, a worship,
where love is made, and souls are bound.

#sensualpoetry #romanticdesire #passionatelove #eroticverse #makinglove #intimatemoments #desireandfire #deepconnection #darkromance #slowburn