AARYA JADHAV

lyrical heart.
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to ‘the one’ who taught me this art & that one dumb girl
love might be stupid,
love might even be blind,
but love is exactly what keeps me
strong,
when life forces me to stay confined.
 Contents

Foreword iii
Preface v
Acknowledgement viii
the beginning. xi

I bruises

1 adulting, 3
2 haze, 5
3 pawn, 6
4 the damsel and the lover, 8
5 november, 10
6 treachery, 12

II darkness

7 memory, 17
8 impress, 19
9 raat, 20
10 heartless, 21
11 mistress, 23
12 legacy, 26
13 daylight? 28
III daylight

14 end of the year, 33

15 from sunshine to winter, 35
16 parinda, 37
17 delusions, 39
18 love poem, 41
19 homeland, 42
20 lyrical heart. 44

the end. 46
About the Author 47
Also by Aarya Jadhav 49
 Foreword

By Sarthak Shevde

I. Am. Such. An. Inspiration.

‘lyrical heart.’ could just be summed up as something to feed

my narcissism. But, to be really honest, it is so much more than
that.

‘lyrical heart.’ is a collection of poems by a poet who knows

more about the world than I ever have and probably ever will.
It is by a poet who, irrespective of the responsibilities on his
shoulders, can look up to the next day as a fresh opportunity.
It is by a poet who has tried and has failed (horribly, may I add),
at love.

Aarya started writing poems to get through a lot of stuff in his

life on a particular day in April, on someone’s birthday. And
me, Sarthak Shevde, being the resident ‘tortured poet’ of this
department, was one of the first to read and review his poems.
And they were great. Aarya has always had a knack for writing,
but the way he encapsulated his feelings to resonate with the
universal audience in rhyme schemes made me feel like he was
a natural poet too.

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Me, Anusha, Sanskruti, Pranjli, Prishita and a few more people
read all of Aarya’s poems, the metaphors, the context, the related
mood-boards and gave him insights on how they were, and now
these poems stand proudly in front of you, and I feel a little
proud to be honest.

It was then that Aarya Jadhav, author extraordinaire, sometime

in May, decided to write an Anthology of poems (thanks Taylor,
ugh), and put them out for you, Dear Reader, to experience.

So, this is your co-pilot, Sarthak Shevde, speaking, on behalf of

the captain, Aarya Jadhav. I would like to begin by welcoming
everyone onboard to ‘lyrical heart.’, inbound to your heart right
now.

We are currently cruising at the altitude of love-sickness and

tragedy, and at an airspeed of one heartbreak per hour. It is the
captain’s humble request to not look for context in the poet’s
life, but rather feel the emotions like how you, reader, would.

The time is now 10:18 pm, and even though the weather outside
looks stormy and dark today, know that, once we reach our
destination, bright skies and better times lie ahead. So strap
your seat belts in and enjoy the ride.

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 Preface

I wrote my first poem somewhere in December. It wasn’t a

masterpiece as such but it was one that was close to my heart.
It had a basic rhyme scheme but the emotions that that poem
conveyed were incomparable to any other work that I’ve ever
written. After that, I never really wrote poems.

Throughout summer, life was really stressful. My grandfather

was on his deathbed, my house had a constant stressful envi-
ronment and I was spending most of my time in the hospital.
My only escape was school, which soon closed for vacations
and all my friends left for their hometowns. Things weren’t as
good as I expected them to be.

Amidst all this chaos, if anything worked as escapism, it was

Taylor Swift’s album ‘The Tortured Poets Department’ and
Abbie Emmons’ novel ‘100 Days of Sunlight’. While trying
my best to keep a smile on my face in the hospital, Taylor Swift
gave me motivation through her words, “I am a real tough kid,
I can handle my shit,” and the character Wes’s will to live, even
after the world brings him down to his knees, helped me have
a positive approach towards that particular phase in my life.

Around the same time, inspired by the Taylor’s lyricism, the

poems of the character Tessa, Sarthak’s songs, Sanskruti’s
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poems and Anusha’s secret poems, I finally started writing
poetry again. Only to realise – Oh! I can do this too.

On the 18th of April, I wrote the poem ‘raat’ and gathered the
confidence to put it up on Instagram. Even though very short,
it got appreciation by most of my friends. It led me to actually
believe that I could indeed write poems, poems that people
related to and liked reading. This led to me writing poems like
‘adulting’, ‘heartless’ & ‘lyrical heart’. These were one of the first
poems I wrote for this anthology, without ever knowing that
there would be an anthology.

On the 25th of April, sitting on the stage right after my

investiture ceremony, I took the decision of utilising this
summer vacation productively by creating a book that will
comprise of the poems that I’ve written in this period of my life,
looking back to all those times that I keep safe in my memories,
whether good or bad.

After spending most of my summer vacation writing poems,

replacing some with others, adding new poems, changing
formats, writing various drafts of this very preface and working
on multiple publicity strategies, here we go.

I would like you to know that the title was inspired by Taylor
Swift’s lyrics from the song ‘I Think He Knows’ – “lyrical smile,
indigo eyes”, because I was listening to this particular song while
writing the final poem of this anthology.

Presenting to you, ‘lyrical heart.’ – a collection of poems about

pain, acceptance and love, separated by three different parts –
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Bruises, Darkness & Daylight. All these poems carry a part of
me, containing stories from my life or the stories of my closed
ones, all from my perspective.

From today, my deepest desires, my darkest days, my regrets,

my love, my passion and my ambition – all of it becomes yours.
The words of this lyrical heart belong to anyone and everyone
who relates.

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 Acknowledgement

The acknowledgement of this one is not going to be as easy

as ‘Echoes of Regret’ because this time a lot of people play a
crucial part in the drafting of this anthology.

Sarthak has been habituated to showing us lyrics he has written

for his songs and making us listen to his songs at any random
time of the day (& night). His lyrics and style of writing is
one of the first things that influenced me to write poems.
Coincidentally, the first poem that I wrote for this anthology,
‘raat’, was written on the night of his seventeenth birthday.
Thanks, Sarthak, for always inspiring me, editing most of the
poems in this anthology, designing the cover, letting me record
some of these poems for promotional purposes and irritating
me with your songs that eventually (out of envy) made me a
poet.

Anusha has the audacity to write good poems but keep them
hidden deep in her Google Keep, only for them to be discovered
when we hack into her account. These particular poems played
a huge role as an inspiration. Thanks, Anusha, for inspiring me,
believing in me, and giving me endless Ted Talks at 3 AM that
has boosted my confidence and self-esteem.

Sanskruti thinks that it is legal to write good poems at the end

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of notebooks and keep them buried there without showing
it to people. When I found one of her poems behind her
Business Studies textbook, I was genuinely flattered. I never
expected her to secretly be a poet, especially someone who used
amazing metaphors to express her feelings. As soon as I read
one of her poems, it immediately hit me that my friend group
represents ‘The Tortured Poets Department’ yet I don’t write
poems! Thanks, Sanskruti, for adding dazzling metaphors to
your poems that inspired me to write.

I strongly believe that English teachers play a crucial role in

every writer’s life. Them praising a literary work of yours is
enough validation to last for a lifetime. Smitha Ma’am has
read a lot of poems from this anthology and she has given me
honest reviews. Although I lose my patience as she types her
reviews with the typing… appearing and disappearing for ten
long minutes, at the end there’s a long review that always makes
me smile and feeling proud of myself. Thanks, Smitha Ma’am,
for not getting irritated every time I pester you with a new
poem followed by endless messages asking for a review.

Prishita, Krrish, Aahana, Pranjli, Aahana Mishra & Pranavi.

These people have never grown tired of me constantly irritating
them with my poems. They genuinely read my poems prior to
the launch, and suggested changes for a better anthology. Their
genuine responses boosted my confidence for releasing this
book and made me believe that there are people out there who
are excited to relate to poetry. Thank you so much, you all.

Even though my acknowledgement for their efforts remains

the same as the previous book, it is indeed huge. Om & Aadya,
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my siblings, sacrificed huge amounts of their screentime to let
me use the laptop for the purpose of drafting this book, like
they are doing as I write this preface right now. Thanks, Om &
Aadya, for being such understanding siblings. (Do not expect
me to do the same, thanks. :P) I love you both.

Mumma & Baba. Echoes of Regret had some themes that are
considered inappropriate by people, and so does this poetry
anthology. However, even after reading most of the poems,
they did not object it in any manner. To my surprise, they
encouraged a poem like ‘mistress’. Thanks, both of you, for
having an open mind and always being encouraging when it
comes to my written works.

Now, to end this acknowledgement, I would like to thank that

one person who actually made me a poet. I love you.

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 the beginning.

the floor shakes.

a storm above lakes.
mistakes he makes.
smiles he fakes.

he’s free, they say.

haunted and fearful, I lay.
they all walk away.
but the ghosts?
they stay.

they never left.

the bruises still fresh.
haunting memories I kept.
into hell I slipped.

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bruises
is it the full stop to pain,
or yet another comma?
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adulting,

right there,
on the bleeding mattress,
I sensed it.

right there,
high on suffocating meds,
I felt it.

right there,
sight of judgy doctors,
I lost it.

right there,
my back bent,
I realised it.

almost man,
not a child.
still a child,
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 LYRICAL HEART.

not a man.

hands tied.
connections broken.
caring for people,
whose hearts are frozen.

say you felt it too.

the end of innocence is due.

say you felt it,

when adulting,
was engulfing.

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haze,

fears reappear.
the end is near.
the haze is clear.
what I once held dear,
now will disappear.

love’s a fragile little flame.

who’s here to blame?
all my efforts in vain?
is this the endgame?
will we end in flames?

feels like death,

to be away from your breath.
you’re a cigarette.
addicted to you like meth.
wish you had never confessed.

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pawn,

under the same ceiling,

don’t know how I am feeling,
was in the process of healing,
but in that black dress,
you’re gleaming.

almost two years,

dried out all the tears,
true are my worst fears,
here’s to you winning,
cheers!

suffocating is how I feel,

midst the crowd trying to heal,
let’s try to keep it real,
for my fainted love,
you never really had to kneel.

broke up again two days ago,

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 PAWN,

still don’t know what I want though,

my heart surely is shallow,
amongst all the normal people,
I feel like a psycho.

flashback to good old days,

lost in a questioning maze,
memories I am trying to erase,
but my feet always bring me,
back to these hallways.

love to say that I moved on,

from thinking that you were the one,
intently waited for the dawn,
but in your love game,
I was just another pawn.

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the damsel and the lover,

innocent damsel.
crazy lover.
loved each other too much.
is the story over?

those were the whispers,

about us that I eavesdropped.
hearing the gossips,
my feet immediately stopped.

running in the hallways,

was always our thing.
you left me stranded.
cut the invisible string.

why do you hide?

when I see you in the street.
are you afraid,
of what might happen,
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 THE DAMSEL AND THE LOVER,

when these yearning eyes meet?

you said that I used you.

maybe I did.
just to save my life,
amidst the crowd I hid.

sacrificed my sanity,
for the purpose of “love”.
now that you are free,
summon your gods from above.

you love your boyfriend,

he’s a suitable guy.
over the truth,
you choose another white lie.

listening to your boy,

you proclaimed me gay.
thanks for the enlightenment,
that was the best day.

let bygones be bygones,

I proudly scream today.
after all this time,
do you know what they all say?

innocent damsel.
crazy lover.
left each other messed up.
the story is over.
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november,

water gushes.
bleeding gashes.
heal these bruises.
shut these voices.

welcome to trauma.
they think it’s just drama.
is it the full stop to pain,
or yet another comma?

second week of november,

I still remember.
just when I thought of heaven,
I felt the dismember.

are the scars healed?

do I still need the love shield?
emotional dependency,
cause life is just a battlefield.
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 NOVEMBER,

am I allowed to bleed?
am I allowed to plead?
I really scared now,
cause life is just a mislead.

echoes of regret fill my mind.

teenage hormones had made me blind.
two years of so called friendship,
how do I leave it all behind?

my mind relives the haunt.

already hear the taunt.
though I want to,
I can’t.

nevermind,
not a story I want to flaunt.

I think I have healed,

but I can’t drop the shield.
the moment I’ll let go,
I’ll be back on the battlefield.

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treachery,

do you remember?
that night of february,
the meaning of treachery,
I looked up in a dictionary.

I was never going to show up,

but she said it would be fine.
her eyes said something else though,
we still walked on the thin line.

choosing a side.
extreme pride.
all of my secrets,
open in the light.

he didn’t talk.
she fake smiled.
on my sleeve,
hatred I hide.
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 TREACHERY,

five days before valentine’s,

chose love over toxicity.
trust me it wasn’t easy.
felt like it was infidelity.

I still miss her,

and the evening walk.
it was nice to know,
that there was someone to talk.

I don’t really miss him,

I’m truly relieved.
but it’s torturing to know,
that I was the only one who grieved.

even though I hate her,

we had laughed a lot of times.
there used to be a bond,
it’s what they call partners in crimes.

but five days before valentine’s,

we made the right decision.
she looks at me and smiles.
we know we saved our reputation.

do you remember?
that night of february,
the meaning of treachery,
I looked up in a dictionary.

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 II

darkness
at the end of the day,
he will overcome the darkness.
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memory,

if I don’t see,
the dawn of tomorrow,
don’t let your smile fade,
into a depressing sorrow.

don’t confine yourself,

to the darkness of your room.
look up at the night sky,
I’ll always be there,
somewhere near the moon.

you’ve read my diaries,

bury them with me.
let the tales of my forbidden love,
be only in your memory.

the tragedy of innocence,

never to be read.
all of the mistakes,
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that I will always regret.

bury them with me,

never let them see,
the scars that caged me,
let me be free.

promise to keep me safe,

somewhere in your memory.
the thought that you’ll remember me,
is just so heavenly.

don’t you dare succumb,

to the darkness of your room.
look up at the night sky,
I’ll always be there,
somewhere near the moon.

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impress,

ten months is a long time,

where do I draw the line?
now that you are finally mine,
striving to impress you,
is it a crime?

scary how much I love you,

doesn’t seem to matter how true,
I’m searching for a specific clue,
to know that I have,
finally impressed you.

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raat,

uss raat,
dekhi aankhon mein,
ek ankahee baat.

uss raat,
fisla haathon se,
ret sa khwaab.

uss raat,
lakeeron ke paar,
khula ek raaz.

uss raat,
hui pyaar se,
aakhri mulaaqaat.

uss raat,
dekhi aankhon mein,
ek ankahee baat.
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heartless,

you crept out of the city,

as if you were a thief,
just like you had entered,
amongst the fallen leaves.

on the way back,

you left a piece of you behind.
it’s still seen around,
when he cries like an innocent, helpless child.

this isn’t possessiveness.

just humanity.
how does it feel,
after snatching someone’s sanity?

maybe not a lover,

maybe just a friend.
but what did he do,
to deserve such an end?
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 LYRICAL HEART.

hearts are delicate.

you know that well too.
yet you acted like a lover,
too good to be true.

and then you vanished into thin air.

how on earth is this fair?
you were always in his prayer.
are you even aware?

now here we are,

with pieces of his broken heart.
how could he even forget?
the way you tore him apart.

every line he wrote for you.

every time he believed you.
every moment he trusted you.
but you couldn’t “fix” him, could you?

now let me be honest,

you’re the one losing.
he’s not the one who started,
this entire game of choosing.

at the end of the day,

he will overcome the darkness,
you may choose to remain,
as you are,
manly and heartless.

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mistress,

luscious mistress of the king,

the lustful narcissistic king.
she left him that night,
free from his controlling string.

he called her to his quarters,

every night before bed.
“I would kill myself tonight,”
every time he said.

she used to give in,

to his lustful sight,
every time he said that.

all of his crimes,

came into light,
when he was stranded like that.

guile was what they called her,

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 LYRICAL HEART.

but she was free now.

talks of the brothel,
where he lured her to,
are around in the town.

death almost consumed her,

in that brothel underworld.
when she walked away finally,
she realised her own worth.

her body wasn’t worth,

the men’s impure intentions.
the end of this saga,
was an optimistic inception.

along with the king,

she let go of all those men.
letting go of her past,
she proudly walked past his den.

validation was what,

her naked body gave her.
now she covers herself,
with the most shimmering fur.

cause just after the affair,

the mistress found a gentleman.
he gave her more happiness,
than any king ever can.

she never looked back,

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 MISTRESS,

to the places she despised.

she boldly lifted her head,
and embraced her future so bright.

this isn’t ‘bout a king,

or a mistress that he owned.
this is about a youth,
and a “friendship” not so renowned.

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legacy,

she proudly claimed track thirteen,

as soon as the album dropped.
I still remember her sweet sixteen,
when her heart finally stopped.

with pieces of her broken heart,

she smiles with pain on her sleeve.
turning all of it into art,
a dazzling legacy she’ll leave.

the pain on her face is still visible,

she slept while talking to me.
what you did was unforgivable,
you’ll die when I spill the tea.

life didn’t end for her,

when you walked over her sanity,
your future seems to be a blur,
stay away from her serenity.
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 LEGACY,

I always told her you were the one,

but now I know I was wrong.
wish you had the sense to see,
the girl who was so strong.

maybe if you weren’t adamant,

you would see beyond the mist.
I’ve experienced your bad judgement,
the moment I had my first kiss.

the people you had rejected,

turned out to be just fine.
the people you approved of,
they just snatched all of your shine.

who’s going to believe you?

when you say that you love.
next time you break someone’s heart,
summon Erida from above.

always remember the words I said,

gone are the days when I was afraid,
this might as well be a threat,
but I really wish you were dead.

cause I saw the pieces of her broken heart,

she smiled with pain on her sleeve.
but I know that she’ll turn it into art,
a dazzling legacy she’ll leave.

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daylight?

today my hand was held,

just like I used to hold yours.
on the same street,
my life finally matures.

wedding bells I used to hear,

elegantly dressed I saw myself.
now none of that exists,
just the last thing you gave me,
on my bookshelf.

the night when your mom,

endangered my life,
I felt the thrill of “love”,
painful as a stabbing knife.

the song we danced on,

reminds me of that night.
every swirl made me believe,
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 DAYLIGHT?

finally comes daylight.

in hindsight though,
no days were darker than those.
you did leave me a flower,
but it was the thorniest rose.

now looking at the window,

where you used to see the sunset,
with a little bit of hope,
I expect to see you silhouette.

I expect for our eyes to meet again,

the way they used to meet before.
cause with no closure,
we just ended,
like a really sad folklore.

all your love seems fake,

now that you have him.
I know he is perfect for you,
at least he hits the gym.

not that I don’t miss you,

or don’t try to show what you lost.
it’s not true when I say,
I wasn’t affected,
by all the lines that you crossed.

but I would still like to thank you,

from the bottom of my heart.
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 LYRICAL HEART.

cause I found the real daylight,

soon after we fell apart.

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 III

daylight
through the city I roamed,
like the subject of a love poem.
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end of the year,

fate is what they call it,

when such accidents happen.
happiness is what they call it,
when true love ripens.

back to may,
when our eyes first met.
I still remember,
the words you said.

sometime in june,
the sparks first ignited.
we never gave it a name,
but a bond was sighted.

that night in july,

treasured what you gave me.
hid all my feelings,
didn’t even let her see.
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 LYRICAL HEART.

august came by.

august came by,

lost to all my demons.
not to love you,
I had no reasons.

tired of hating you,

throughout september.
faked all my smiles,
in the midst of october.

almost sacrificed my soul,

second week of november.
but you saved my life,
do you remember?

heavenly december,
after a year full of hell.
the end of the year,
is another story to tell.

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from sunshine to winter,

sunshine crept onto the grass,

ears filled with a holy laugh,
typed out a whole paragraph,
expected the moment to be our last.

amidst the flowers a stolen glance,

I smiled, it was my last chance,
the beginning of a new romance.
is it love? perhaps.

the call before midnight confirmed it all,

I remember blushing in the hall,
the vivid memory of it I recall,
did I finally win this war?

love is a strong word, they said.

but over and over in my head,
the three words had totally spread,
I took all the love with me to my bed.
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 LYRICAL HEART.

then sunshine went far away,

but through the winter, my love still stayed.
in my mind I still replay,
when I was surprised on Christmas Day.

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parinda,

abhi naa jaao chhodkar,

yehi hai aarzu.
agar ab chale gaye,
toh yaad aayegi yeh guftagu.

baat adhuri reh gayi,

toh khudko maaf naa kar paaunga.
isliye har raat ki tarah,
aaj bhi tumhe sehlaaunga.

ab darr tumhein khone kaa,

mehsus hota hai.
tumhe paane ki koshish mein,
dil itna jo roya hai.

idhar udhar bhatakne waala,

ek banjaara tha main.
iss shehar aane se pehle,
aawara parinda tha main.
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 LYRICAL HEART.

parinde ko aazad,
tumne karaaya.
yeh jeene kaa sahi tareeka,
tumne sikhaaya.

isliye ab darr tumhein khone kaa,

mehsus itna hota hai.
tumhein paane ki koshish mein,
dil itna jo roya hai.

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delusions,

feeding my delusions,
put the button on my shirt.
I don’t even know you,
let my friends define your worth.

now it’s past midnight,

you’re risking your life.
you’re smiling tonight,
are you looking at the time?

mess your sleep schedule,

are you sure now?
my hopes are getting high,
please don’t let me down.

sleep lingers on your eyes,

feel it in your voice,
you don’t stay up past ten,
now you are here by choice.
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from delusions to reality,

it was a long way home.
seeing the distance between me,
and the faces I’ve long known.

but do I really care?

the past was a nightmare.
found someone rare,
feels like a sonnet by Shakespeare.

now that I have reached home,

don’t have to fear the past.
I’ll just sit by the window,
and hope that this will last.

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love poem,

sunsets by the lakeshore.

coke at the drugstore.
kisses behind a closed door.
dreading for even more.

three days to a new year,

daylight finally appeared.
with my love right here,
what do I have to fear?

on the way back home,

I smiled through the storm,
through the city I roamed,
like the subject of a love poem.

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homeland,

in the back of the taxi,

when you held my hand,
I knew there was something,
romantic ‘bout my homeland.

bookshelves surrounded us,

under the cozy roof.
your smile felt like home,
that was enough proof.

found your hand in the darkness,

under the infinite stars.
the grip around my soft hand,
healed all my scars.

morning daylight,
on the shore,
our friend’s favourite drink,
just a day more.
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 HOMELAND,

keeping track of time,

was never my thing.
how do I even explain?
the solace that you bring.

you became my north star,

in these confusing lanes.
I learnt to keep my calm,
in spite of,
missing all the right trains.

on the way back,

the traffic felt like a cyclone.
couldn’t reach where I lived,
but I still reached home.

even after all that,

you still hold my hand.
so it wasn’t temporary,
fate had it all planned.

now everytime I see,

the receipts on my nightstand,
it takes me back,
to the memories,
of my romantic homeland.

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lyrical heart.

high on oregano,
that’s what I was that night.
when you left me an artwork,
but love was out of sight.

I hid it in the closet,

when you came by again,
cause I didn’t want to know,
my obsessing was in vain.

in the back seat,

taking my chances,
I put it up again,
ignoring my friends’ cold glances.

with that artwork,

I let myself free.
but kept thinking,
what was the point,
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 LYRICAL HEART.

if you wouldn’t even agree?

then the tables turned,

just around Christmas Eve,
when I saw it in your eyes,
the love that was up your sleeve.

but just a month later,

I was crying to Taylor Swift.
I would have been better off,
as the heartbroken protagonist.

then another plot twist,

you loved me indeed.
but are you really sure?
or is this another mislead?

under the artificial stars,

we knew it at last.
you have my heart,
promise I’ll never just depart.

now every night when I call you,

there’s no fear in the back of my mind.
you’ve taught me to live in the present,
I’ve left my dark past behind.

there might be no end,

to the words of this lyrical heart.
I really love you,
cause you taught me this art.
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 the end.

a broken pencil.
a faulty eraser.
mistakes are never erased,
but old me becomes a stranger.

traces of faults,
on white clear pages.
a new beginning?
or just living with reminisces?

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 About the Author

Aarya Jadhav is… Ugh no, I really can’t write about myself in
third person, sorry.

I am Aarya Jadhav, with almost 17 years of experience in life and

a humanities student. I am so much of a hopeless romantic who
longs for a love story like the movies. But….so far no luck(?) :)

I pour my heart out in everything I write, as an extension of

myself, and ‘lyrical heart.’ is the first time I am writing poetry.
Trust me, I’m very excited.

I have founded a community for book readers, Booked By

Books, which is fun, and would be more if you, dear reader,
join too!

I aspire to have a degree in English Literature in the years to

come and am hoping to be a bestseller author one day. But till
then, here’s another piece of literature I’ve made for which you
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have my messed up sleep schedule to thank for.

After all, the nights belong to the poets and the madmen. Alas,
I am both.

You can connect with me on:

https://www.instagram.com/bibcinephile
https://bookedbybooksbookc.wixsite.com/bookedbybooks

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 Also by Aarya Jadhav

Echoes of Regret: Sakshi & Mehul (A

Novella)
Sakshi has been living for the hope of it all.
Mehul, the heartthrob, has dated two other
girls since then. However, this delusion of
hers will shape all of her decisions, leading
to regretful mistakes. Mistakes that will
hurt not just her but everyone around her.
Regrets that will reverberate in her mind forever.

Inspired by Taylor Swift’s teenage love triangle, Echoes of

Regret is Sakshi’s journey of love, heartbreak and self-discovery.

Shattered Innocence: A Tale of Sins and

Secrets (A Short Story)
An honour killing. Parents with secrets to
keep. Can two actually keep a secret if the
third is dead?

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Into The Woods: The Girls Are(n’t) Safe
(A Short Story)
In the town of Eldham, everything seemed
peaceful. Until girls started disappearing.
Dorothy is the fourth girl whose body was
found in the woods. Rachel is shattered
at her best friend’s traumatic demise. But
what if she’s next?

The Welcome: A Deserving One (Short

Story)
Paula has long awaited Paul’s return. Now
that he is finally coming back, she has
planned a perfect welcome for him. Will
she live up to what she last planned? Find
out in this “romantic” thriller short story.

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