The Anushka Singh Poetry Collection is more than poetry; it’s a quiet space where emotions unfold and reflections take shape. With delicate imagery and thoughtful depth, Anushka’s words speak to the heart. Each poem offers a moment to pause, connect, and feel. Gentle yet powerful, the Anushka Singh Poetry Collection leaves a lasting impression through its intimate, universal voice.
The Peeping Stone
The Way I Look…
To the moon, to the sun,
To the garden, to the trees,
Then the walking people,
And the peeping stone at the corner of my house
It always feels the same.
No worries, just life going on.
Pretty simple, right?
No thoughts. Nothing.
Now, what do I feel about them?
Anxious? Scared? Numb? Or broken?
Do they feel the same
Or am I the peeping stone to them?
Because no one feels right with time.
To you, to me, to possibilities
It’s always a loop.
It goes on and on…
But… think about it,
Can you feel darker?
What if the peeping stone disappears someday?
You find it behind your stubborn thoughts.
What if the stone thinks the same…
And you lose?
And stay in your thoughts…
Closer to the peace of your mind
And no one would be there to remind.
In this reflective piece, the poet contemplates the world through the silent eyes of the unnoticed. “The Peeping Stone” becomes a symbol of quiet presence—watching, feeling, and waiting—yet never quite belonging. It asks: what if we are all observers in our own lives, misread by others, buried beneath thoughts too heavy to share? This poem explores the subtle ache of disconnection and the fragile hope of being seen before we disappear into ourselves.
Fake Smiles
You pretend to be mine.
I have so much hope in crying.
You may sip some wine,
Aligning my tears in time.
Do you wish to be a friend?
Or someone who feels like family?
Is it emotion you’re chasing?
Or are you trying to become my destiny?
But reality hits there…!!!
You’re always my fake side
The darkest of all time.
You always keep that creepy smile,
Forever staring from the window’s side.
I know I can’t say goodbye.
I was missing you like you were all mine.
But here comes the questioning time
Are you happy with my good times?
In this poignant piece, Anushka Singh unravels the quiet pain of betrayal hidden behind a familiar smile. With raw honesty, she captures the heartbreak of loving someone who was never truly there. The "creepy smile" becomes a haunting symbol of false comfort, as the poet confronts the illusion of connection and seeks truth, closure, and healing.
The Blood Song
Tunes hum softly,
But so does the dripping blood,
Flowing like an echo of a forgotten song.
Weeping like a stray cat,
Eyes fixed on the ticking clock,
Waiting for time to pass like the sunset.
My rhymes were stolen,
So were the words,
Dancing to the tunes
Having a conversation
With the light
Coming through the window’s side.
Whispering excitement
In front of the cat
The cat was staring at the broken clock.
The other day,
Other artifacts of the house
Looked like wilted flowers
Where is the beauty?
Where is the spark?
The girl replayed the song,
Waiting for
The blood turns dark.
The dripping blood and broken clock in this poem symbolize fading life and lost time, while the girl's silent wait captures deep longing and quiet pain. With haunting imagery and gentle rhythm, Anushka Singh reflects on beauty slipping away, stolen moments, and the fragile passage of time that leaves only echoes behind.
Midnight Sounds Like
Midnight sounds like
A dog barking down the side
Morning, evening, night
I always try to smile.
Keeping things on my mind,
I always sip the medicine fine.
Putting my books aside,
I search for the diary
That I call mine.
Why is it such a slow process
To find myself, not like another?
Passing numbers of years,
Unlike memories filled with fear
That repeats and repeats,
Creating shadows behind.
I try to ignore
The voices are somewhat connected to the place
Places that don’t feel the same,
Like a childhood dream,
A dream that helped me sleep
Sleep as if all were peaceful,
Peaceful like music,
Music I used to enjoy.
I try, I try again
To ignore, to be normal,
By avoiding some pretty faces in life.
All are vanished memories,
Not-so-good events in life.
Midnight sounds like.
The poem portrays a midnight struggle of self-discovery, loss, and healing, highlighting invisible burdens and silent emotional battles.
Let Me Be Your Thought
Let me be your eyes’ perception,
But make sure it isn’t
Your darker reflection.
Be it your sweetest thought—
Still, I know it will bother you a lot.
I can feel your presence.
Your presence restores my mind.
Do you remember the time?
The time when a random thought
It was filled with devotion.
Devotion
Towards the words?
Or towards the emotion?
Let me be your safest place,
A place that could be far away,
But never close to the lakes.
Am I dreaming?
Or is it a feeling
Filled with uncertainty?
Hold on to one thought
I guess it’s I who creates a lot.
Let me be a comfort to you.
Let me be closer to your thought.
This poem tenderly explores love, intimacy, and emotional boundaries, capturing the delicate balance between closeness and personal space.
The Dead Flower of the Glowing Garden
Unpredictable thoughts flow like a breeze,
And a dead flower
Kisses my toe.
Is it alive?
A dead leaf whispers
Not so far in life.
The dried petals
We’re forming like peppers.
Can I talk to the owner of the garden?
How can someone be
Is this cruel to these flowers?
Of course, let me take you to your dreams
Birds chirping, butterflies dancing,
A mesmerizing scent of flowers.
I felt like I owned that place.
All of a sudden, a flashback came,
And I realized the flowers were in pain.
Back in the day, when I was willing to cry,
The flowers were the heart,
And the leaf was the brain
Making energy
So I could heal some of my wounds
That felt insane.
My heart holds a bunch of words,
Like fish in a jar.
This poem uses the garden as a metaphor for fragile healing, revealing quiet pain beneath delicate beauty.
Na Tum Galat, Na Main Sahi
Na Tum Galat, Na Main Sahi:
Na tum galat na mei sahi
Baatein bohot si banti hain
Kuch acchi kuch buri
Aur kuch?
Kuch sambhale na sambhalti hain.
Bata du kya mei?
Sambhal jayengi kya?
Agar chup rahu toh bach payengi kya?
Din nikal gaya
Khab tha jo bekar gaya
Darne wali baat nhi hai
Kisso mei sunai jaye wo kahani nhi hai
Kya ye sahi hai?
Na tum sahi na mei galat
ye kavita wahi hai
Ek din buni thi mene
Aaj ek naye andaz se judi hai
Jo kisi galiyon mei ghoom hoti si dikh rahi
Ye kavita puri hote hue bhi puri nhi hai
Na tum galat na mei sahi
Bass yahi batla rahi hai
I explore the messy space between right and wrong, seeing how some conversations heal, some hurt, and some stay unresolved. I’ve learned life isn’t always clear-cut sometimes, I just have to accept uncertainty and keep searching for understanding.
The Anushka Singh Poetry Collection offers a heartfelt journey through emotion, healing, and quiet strength. Each poem opens a window to the human experience, honest, tender, and deeply resonant. With themes of longing, vulnerability, and hope, Anushka’s words invite readers to slow down and truly feel. This collection is a gentle reminder of the beauty in reflection and the comfort poetry can bring.
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