The Chaos under my Calm: Poems by Anjali

I'll wait for you

This poem is for all those who've been waiting for something or someone with glistening stars in their eyes and boundless hope in their hearts. Transcript: When the gloomy winter evening takes over When your arrival is just an insane idea When hopes have left each heart they lodged in I’ll wait for you I’ll try to look beyond the mist I’ll keep the curtains apart all day I’ll not let myself fall prey to the pessimism around me For I know your shine is inevitable Sometimes, you delay but you never deny And that is why I’ll wait for you Even when I am stuck in a desert of disapprovals When your presence is compared to a mirage I won’t let go of my hopes I’ll run to each mirage For I know even if I don’t find you a 100 times You’ll be there somewhere Finding me in other places And if this is destiny’s test, I know we’ll succeed For even if you take a lifetime, I’ll wait for you. I’ll wait for you like a child lost in the midst of the city I’ll cry my heart out But I won’t bury my belief I won’t let the city lights blind me Or the incessant noises mislead me I’ll look around in each direction For I know you’ll be arriving from one And I will, always, wait for yo

Hollow

"Hollow" attempts to address the indescribable void that seeps in at odd moments in life. It will accompany the perplexity and will empathise with the obscurity of the situation that the hollow of life puts one in. Transcript: There’s a hollow in my life And I am not sure what it is There’s a hollow in my life And I’ve heard you whisper about it There are moments in my life When I feel I can tell exactly what it is Maybe that missing dream, that missing moment, that missing person, Or maybe my thoughts are not my own It’s a string entangled on my finger The same string your whispers unleashed Or is it a dream I saw last night Which gifted glimpses of utopia And made me feel incompetent to ever attain it Or is it my time on the social media Which weaves fairy tales and masters perfection And makes me question every flaw I have ever had Or is it you? The reflection I see each morning, Smiling back at me with hushed tones Hiding layers beneath to save me from the storm, And whispering tales to perplex life’s austerity.

Misunderstood

Transcript: Have you ever felt misunderstood? I’ll tell you how it feels The core of your heart burns with anguish Little volcanoes erupt in your soul You fail to fathom your own emotions Something crumbles inside you while you sit Your only escape are your tears or your rage Both of which you need to suppress Both of which are condemned The more you speak, the less you become of a girl The less you become of an agreeable child or a congenial human Simply because reasoning is neither accepted nor appreciated Have you ever been the least preferred one? I’ll tell you how it feels You begin by thinking it’s funny They obviously love you but don’t show Why do the rules change for others though? Why is their inexpressible love expressed when it’s not you? Slowly, your smile starts to fade away, And before you know, the fun in funny vanishes You still try and understand Count your own flaws every night Cry because they were the only people who were supposed to love you despite your flaws Slowly, you start accepting It’s like taking continuous little sips of hot water Letting it burn your throat as it moves down slowly You can feel your system accepting it. It’s like keeping your feet in cold water Resisting it for the first few moments And then not feeling a thing It is like every other new thing That your body eventually has to accept.

To the guy down my street

"To the guy down my street" is one of my first few poems and also, a raw personal anecdote. This ordinary tale helped me extract a simple yet meaningful perspective in life!