Vortex 

Pointless conversations,

Feelings left unconveyed,

Hidden amidst, abbreviations

And overemphasized exclamations. 


843 emoticons under her tips,

But none describe,

The emotions suppressed,

Behind her lips,


The pings and the chirps,

No more excite her,

As the lines of diversity 

And originality blur. 


Tired of the false smiles,

And the fake condolences,

Tired of hyped up dramas,

Over misunderstood nuances. 


All she wanted was a listener,

To hear her heart’s anxieties,

But all she got were benchers,

Passing their judgemental reveries. 


Curiosity kills the cat,

They always said,

Her teenage​ inquisitiveness,

Is pulling her now, into this vortex. 


Busy following the latest trends,

Sucked into the world of pretense,

She wanted to stop and 

Look back at herself. 


What had she done,

What was she doing,

Moving around in circles,

Unable to fulfill her destiny. 


Trapped, 

In this so called sanctuary,

#saveme is all what,

She manages to scream. 



©Darshana Mehta 

Qürub

Spreading its lilac wings,

Against the blue sky,

It sank down to,

Kiss the Horizon,

A sweet goodbye. 


Little did it know,

Two strangers lounged,

On the rocks below,

Basking under the,

Irridescent glow. 


Melting away,
Fusing with the Horizon,

Causing unintentional,

Bonds to form,

Breakable by none. 


Two hearts held,

As they together beheld,

This manifestation of elegance,

Far from betrayals,

Far from pretense. 


As the sun set,

Something rose, amidst them,

Who knew that, 

The distant ball of fire could, 

Create new sparks betwixt them. 



© Darshana Mehta 

(Qürub means Sunset in Azerbaijani)