A heartfelt poem about grief, loneliness, and healing, revealing the hidden struggles people often hide behind their smiles. It honestly expresses personal pain in a way that resonates with many unheard voices.

I Don’t Write Songs #

I do not write songs.
Songs are too small
for the things I have felt.

I write the silence
that sits beside me at 2 a.m.,
the kind that knows
every unfinished sentence
inside a breaking heart.

I chew on words
until they taste like memory.
I drink emotions slowly,
like अधूरी मोहब्बत वाली चाय,
letting every ache settle
somewhere beneath my ribs.

I have seen life closely—
in the early loss of a father
hidden behind silent tears,
in mothers who carry entire storms
inside exhausted hands,
in lovers who whisper “I’m fine”
while their souls quietly collapse.

No,
I do not write perfect poetry.
My lines are uneven
because healing is uneven.
My verses tremble
because emotions do too.

I write about people
who laugh loudly in crowded rooms
but fall apart
the moment the door closes.

I write for the ones
who were taught to stay strong
even when sadness
was eating them alive.

And maybe that is why
my words feel heavy—
because they were never simply written,
they were survived.

I do not write songs.
I write the reality of life
most people are too afraid
to say out loud.

And if my poetry hurts a little,
perhaps it is because
truth always does
before it begins to heal us.

(Vijay Verma)
www.retiredkalam.com

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