Monday, October 30, 2017

The shape.

By Sunaina Patnaik at Monday, October 30, 2017 2 comments
I've changed the shape of
my heart
far too many times to fit it
in your palms
like how black coffee
twirls and whirls
in cups and mugs
of different shapes and textures,
each time with a new form,
each time with a new aroma,
and yet
remains
strong.

Sunday, October 29, 2017

I'm here.

By Sunaina Patnaik at Sunday, October 29, 2017 0 comments

Paint me in the hues of warmth,
swallow me like the Sun would
consume the Moon,
hold on to me like the sea does to
the shore,
trying hard to take everything the shore
has yet failing incorrigibly,
caress me like the Spring touches
the cherry trees,
the point is, I'm here for falling
and rising and lacking and
wanting,
the point is, I'm here for the
misery.


Tuesday, October 24, 2017

Relinquish.

By Sunaina Patnaik at Tuesday, October 24, 2017 1 comments

I loved you
to the
point of vanity,
breaking the
thresholds of all
floodgates and inhibitions,
and now,
it refuses
to relinquish,
it merely and starkly
refuses.

Sunday, October 22, 2017

Just this.

By Sunaina Patnaik at Sunday, October 22, 2017 0 comments

Hold me in your arms
tonight,
I'll not ask for much,
maybe a whisper or two,
and your voice doing that
thing it does to my ears,
it'll dawn on us in a
few hours,
you'll forget the last night
and the time we spent
counting the stars,
the bright Sun will send
its wishes through rays
on your cheeks,
so, please,
hold me in your arms
tonight,
I'll not ask for much,
just this.


Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Totally Psyched.

By Sunaina Patnaik at Wednesday, October 18, 2017 0 comments

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Labels and names.

By Sunaina Patnaik at Tuesday, October 17, 2017 0 comments

"It's getting dark. I should probably leave."
"No, don't. Stay."
"I need to get home."
"We can order pizza."
"I have to leave."
"With your favourite toppings."
"Please, you need to understand."
"I won't stop you from eating it with ketchup."
"It's over."
"What's over?"
"Us."
"What us?"
"You know what I mean, whatever's between us."
"What do you mean?"
"We cannot do this any longer."
"I don't get it."
"Of course you do! You're just feigning ignorance."
"Is that so?"
"Yeah."
"One pizza won't hurt."
"You know we won't stop with the pizza. We'll hurt each other. That's what we do. That's what we always do. Eating a pizza or doing anything for that matter never remain as a simple task of doing."
"Then?"
"What then?"
"I want to know where you're going with this."
"I'm telling you we'll hurt each other. That's what we do."
"Nonono...that's what you do. That's what you always do. You always have this vapid urge to run from everything you feel strongly about. It's what you do. You drop things cold, mid-way and never look back."
"I'm just not looking for someone I can emotionally invest in."
"But do you ever?"
"It doesn't matter.
"It does. At least to me."
"I don't know why we have to run in circles about everything we do. Do you derive some kind of fun from this?"
"I just want to know."
"Know what?"
"What we were."
"Some kind of an unfinished business."
"Is that it?"
"Yeah, not everything needs labels and names, you know?"



Monday, October 16, 2017

First home.

By Sunaina Patnaik at Monday, October 16, 2017 0 comments

I wanted to name our first home
after us,
after our love,
luckily for me,
I had several options to pick from,
ugh...where do I begin?
what do you think of naming it
as 'erratic'?
or do you like the sound of
'wrecked'?
because we won't be the first in
the history of having a
wrecked home,
but then, what about 'pensive'?
I like pensive,
it sounds chic,
what do you think?
you don't have to make a choice
right away,
no, really,
there are more names I could
offer,
I can find better nouns
and adjectives,
but let me warn you,
nothing might sound
more right than
'bygone'.


Sunday, October 15, 2017

There's nothing.

By Sunaina Patnaik at Sunday, October 15, 2017 0 comments

I've been writing for days
about you
about us
about everything I struggled
to say
hoping my words will
move you
because I've heard that
words can melt rocks and hills
but after all these days
I realize
there's nothing that can truly
make you listen
to me,
really,
there's nothing
and now, I am out of
words too,
really,
I've nothing left to
say.



Saturday, October 14, 2017

I always thought.

By Sunaina Patnaik at Saturday, October 14, 2017 0 comments

I always thought
we could wade through the storms,
walk through the grime,
get our hands dirty
to create beauty in the dark,
I always thought
we could spark lights
with stones in the woods,
craft our own happiness
through make-believe stories
we tell to ourselves
whenever we are bogged down,
I always thought
we'd never bow down
to the demands of what doesn't
matter,
and to the whims of what's judged
as right by others,
I always thought
we'd break free from our shackles,
walk free without hassles,
now it makes me wonder,
when did we stop a little bit of
dreaming and wandering?
when did we start surrendering?




Thursday, October 12, 2017

FIREFLIES.

By Sunaina Patnaik at Thursday, October 12, 2017 0 comments

Our love bathed and drowned
in the metaphors of
fireflies,
it shone in the dark even with
a lifespan so
small.


Time.

By Sunaina Patnaik at Thursday, October 12, 2017 0 comments

Time ebbs and flows in strange ways
with you around,
it rushes,
it quietens,
it pushes and hushes,
tugs and shushes,
time ebbs and flows in strange ways,
and with you around,
it hastens and flashes,
like a stream drifting without a
course.


Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Your absence.

By Sunaina Patnaik at Wednesday, October 11, 2017 0 comments

Your absence was heavier than
your presence,
it bent me out of shape,
leaving me with an unsettling
emotion,
like how the remnants of previous
night's storm
bring down the leaves and the
flowers.


Monday, October 09, 2017

My book ‘Warm Delinquencies’ is out.

By Sunaina Patnaik at Monday, October 09, 2017 2 comments


Hi, everyone,


My book 'Warm Delinquencies' is out on Amazon for worldwide shipping. This is my debut poetry and writing collection that deals with the matters of the heart.


To buy the book: http://bit.ly/2gnn6j9


The paperbacks (along with the Kindle versions) are available in the USA, India, Germany, Italy, France, Spain, United Kingdom, Japan. The Kindle version of the book is available in Canada, Mexico, Brazil, Netherlands, and Australia.


If you enjoy reading what I write, please order the book on Amazon and shower me with some love.


It would be great if you can leave me a review on Amazon, and on Goodreads at http://bit.ly/2yBdP1u

Thank you for your love and support.

Sunday, October 08, 2017

The Rebound.

By Sunaina Patnaik at Sunday, October 08, 2017 0 comments

Why do I call you a rebound when you're all I think about?
My lips between your teeth,
Your hands on my thighs,
and your wet kisses on my neck,
I dream of holding you on my dark days,
and looking into the comfort of your eyes.

Of all the people I have been with,
you are the only one who was meant to
stay.

***
Hi, everyone. If you like what I write and you’re interested in reading more, you can order my book ‘Warm Delinquencies’ on Amazon. The paperback and the Kindle versions are out in the USA, UK, Europe, Japan etc. You can buy the Kindle version in India, Canada, and Australia. 
Here’s the link to the book: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1549895052
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/36353896-warm-delinquencies

Thank you for your love and support.


 

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