GAZE.

A gaze that looks upon

The teary eyes

Saying goodbyes 

To all the vows it took

For the young blood

That flowed in the veins

Of the fetus...

A gaze that knows...

That knows those eyes were blurred 

By all the failures it had seen 

And the grand failure

that was yet to come... 

But why is the gaze still on those eyes?

Why is still a hopeless hope left 

In those eyes,

In that body that died long ago. 

That gaze is a thing of beauty 

But a fling of heaviness

That crushes the tiny shoulders 

Which once were proudly straight.

Why is everything so baffling?

Why are the dreams crumbling?

Why is the gaze still on those eyes?

A gaze that looks upon

The teary eyes

Saying goodbyes 

To all the vows it took

For the young blood

That flowed in the veins

Of the fetus...

                                            - Yatika Jena 💭

Dragging Feet In The Sand Of Time.

 The way you are...

The way you like to be...

Are complete parallel universes

And you know that,

Glad to hear that.

But there is something like that...

Like that stuff which you would say

To your soul every passing time..

The scenes you saw

Are just a mere reflection 

Of the hollowness 

You carry in yourself 

Coz you are the only one

believing in that...

In that theory of reciprocation 

Just to take out your frustration 

And people around you

don't need illustration.

Your pain camouflages

With people's mockery 

And your laugh stages 

To the bottom of your fears .

No matter how hard you try,

How hard you manifest 

Some stories need to be untold,

Some tears need to be fallen

Some pain must be your threshold 

Until your skin is swollen.

These feet wanna create history 

But are dragging themselves 

in the sands of time

for they don't know 

the shape in this sand 

is created when they are still.

Far across the sky,

I look for that cloud 

Which smiles back at me

And says 

"My child! You are doing absolutely fine!!"

                                                                                        - YATIKA JENA

                                         

                                           

UNTIL THE END.

 You are...

You are that phoenix which rises

From the darkest of darks,

Saved yourself from the sharks

Won't die till the success' dog barks.

With a million sighs,

Painting dreams in your lil eyes...

But always they get dried

From hot aqua flowing from those eyes...

Those eyes who were always seeing the pinnacle.

What will be there?

Well..

A house where the birds 

Who were there for phoenix

till that knife stabbed in her heart was out,

would live happily.

They would see the phoenix.... 

fly high above the sky.

Where is the road?

Where does it leads to?

Will there be dogs of peace barking upon her?

Or a tree blossomed with flowers of success

welcome her?

Little does the phoenix knows 

And the birds...

And now...

seeing the canvas get torn 

From others thorn..

But still she will be there

With a knife stabbed in her heart

Coz, there is something..

Something for every phoenix 

at the end of the road

      

                                      

                                                                                            - Yatika Jena

HE.

What's about to come in my life?

Is my gut feeling right ?

Or is it just my pseudo feelings 

Trying to cover me

And making me drown down 

The river of expectations.

Who is he?

Is he the one made for me?

How's he like?

How am I gonna meet him again?

When will that cherry blossom fall on me?

Can I read the book called "My Destiny "?

How are we gonna survive ?

Will he sing my favourite song?

Will he give his cold shoulder to me to cry on?

Will he make me believe that I do belong there?

Will he love those sides of me which I've hated myself?

How will I bury my feelings for now?

Why do I always see him at my worst days?

When my hair is undone,

When my eyes are swollen from the tears,

When my face is all boated from the insults 

I gave myself,

When I dress up like a beggar to beg for approval.

Whenever I hit the lows,

Why do I see him...

For godsake why ?

Is the universe giving me a sign?

Is he bound to see me

As who I am

And not the stronger version of me

Which I show to everyone else.

Is it just because I'm an

Emotional fool who dreams 'bout love

By listening to love songs.

Will he ever make me feel like I feel when I

Listen to my favourite songs?

Will he ever know That I was enchanted to meet him?

I wish this was the very first page and

Not where the storyline ends.

My thoughts will always echo his name.

We'll meet where the spirit meets the bone.

Will my pain fit in the palm 

of his freezing hands?

Please stop putting roots in my dreamland,

My house of stone, his ivy grows.

Gonna ask myself this question 

For the millionth time...

How is he like?

Is he also a fool like me?

Will he too laugh at my childish beliefs?

Maybe he will...

All I've seen till now is his flaws,

But...

But why am I only thinking 'bout him?

Will he also heal from his past someday?

And then we will meet again on one fine day.

We met by the randomness of this world

And if God allows,

We'll meet again 

And at that time...

We'll stay.

                                                                                                    - YATIKA JENA

NOTE- So some of the lines here are a reference to some of my all time favourites. This is not any kind of plagiarism and I just want to give credits to the original artist. Enchanted, Ivy by Taylor Swift always feed my delusions :) 

PAPERS THAT SOAK OUR TEARS.

These eyes...

Defeated by the bars of the society,

Those shortsighted eyes look for the blank space 

on which they can rest their sight.

The people munching on our dreams

And sipping our tears

Don't know much of the world we live in!

Sometimes those eyes do need a hit 

To see where they started and for what.

Maybe the doors of luck are shut now

But will they be forever?

How can those eyes know

Who have only seen themselves from other eyes.

What are these eyes lookin' for ?

Reliability...? Nah

Relatability...? Maybe

Reassurance...? Yes

Those old papers still soak tears and preserve them for a zillion years.

Gonna carve the untold stories on those wet papers

Hoping it won't tear apart,

Until the worse scenarios depart,

Hoping that they will be read by only her,

Until someone worthy enough reads her.

- YATIKA JENA

REWARD THE EFFORTS, NOT THE OUTCOMES.

They say,

Reward the efforts

Not the outcomes

As the nightingale

Might change to a black swan.

They say,

Reward the efforts 

Not the outcomes

As the fire in us

May change to ice blood.

They say,

Reward the efforts

Not the outcomes

As the swollen feet

May not see success

Even if they ran 

Across the path of it.

Where is the end of that road?

What is it?

Why won't all of us see the end?

Dont we deserve it too?

"A bud tried to grow..

But didn't become a flower.

Others did."

Doesn't the bud also deserve 

An applause 

For the efforts that

It put in

Even if it didn't satisfy the god.

They say,

Reward the efforts

Not the outcomes 

But barely do they follow 

Their own rules....

- YATIKA JENA

WHEN NOTHING GOES YOUR WAY :)

When nothing goes according to you,

Take a deep breath 

From your pov it's you who hasn't done anything productive today but still you did well !!

Taking all the tunes together create chaos...

The raw emotions which can't be described are still worth describing...

Take a deep breath and start from zero.

We're gonna see all the seasons together but would we be able to smell all of them? 

Spill cold water on your face and get up

All of the seven stars are waiting for you at the end of the road.

Making a pinky promise with her inner child that she is gonna make a four clover leaf for herself and wait for the euphoria to hit her.

Fighting!!

- YATIKA JENA

WOUNDED BIRDS.

Can two wounded birds heal each other..

Getting scars at the same time,

Can they still be for each other?

Trapped in their own misery

Will they ever touch each other's scars

Which they got on the same battlefield.

The feather of a bird is blooded with

Cruel thoughts while the other is pitying itself to death.

What should they do?

What is right for them?

How do they heal each other?

Who do they heal first...

Themselves or the other person 

As confused as the path of life 

Patience is all we need

Whatever comes are way.

We're gonna destroy it like anything else

Even if it's destiny..

It can't bear my anger.

Hellelujah I'm blessed 

Whatever comes my way

I shall embrace it with the prayings of my pals

Who care for me. 

Both the birds will take shelter in the home of success someday...

even if it's not the same home.

- YATIKA JENA