It has taken me humongous courage to write this

If there is one thing I ask of you, is to not write back to me once you read this email. I am too embarrassed to be facing anyone reading this :/

Whenever I am sad or agonised or need to address a concern that is too direct to write in prose, I write sonnets.

Here are three of them.

PS: I am in the most cheerful phase of life right now, so don’t worry about me. Just enjoy these three poetries.

I: We have gone mad after dates

“I need to be on dating apps”
Few hours here, few there; taking laps

We think we need to find someone
To withstand our childhood trauma

What if we became that one
The one who lived with that drama

Love is great when looked within
In the mirror, not kith and kin

Life flows love grows joy shows
wonder if you are to yourself as close

Why we need a someone to snuggle?
Why do we need a ring on that knuckle??

Be love, give love, flow with love
Joy, my love, will fit you right there like a glove.

II: You called me your own

You called me your own
but welcomed me with a frown

You liked me in my dress and suits
and hated me in my PJs and tees

You thought I was too crazy
maybe understanding from you was too lazy

You called me when it was convenient
always expecting me to treat my time as lenient

“I am too straightforward”, you'd poke
I waited for you to laugh, was it not a joke?

I spend a lot of time alone, you say
yeah, you left me with no other option, bae

They say loneliness makes you adrift
for some people, it comes as a loony gift

(PS: Now that you have read it, try rereading it not from a romantic angle, but getting distant from a loved one who could be your family or friends. It would make more sense then.)

III: Dear Dad

Do you not miss your daughter
Whose smile now lacks laughter?

Do you not miss a human
For whom your love should have been the one

Yes I know I come from a broken condom
But loving costs nothing, just to bring you into tandem

Of all the memories you are going to give me
In one of them I wish there’s a smile, to have me

They say click pictures with your parents
They don’t mention those that were never happy to be parents

Yes you are content to see me around
Listen up, that’s your ego’s control sound

Love is not warnings married to fear
Sometimes, it’s all about saying “I’m here”