Poetic Triggering of a Soul

2026-06-29T04:52:04.015-07:00

After over a decade of sharing poems on this blog, I thought it was finally time to tell you about something very close to my heart.

Last year, I published my first poetry collection, Fractures.

This book wasn't written in a year. It was written over many years of growing up, losing people, questioning relationships, making peace with silence, and trying to understand myself. Many of the poems you have read here found their beginnings during that journey. Some have evolved, while many others found a home only within the pages of this book.

The title, Fractures, comes from a simple realization: life rarely breaks us in one dramatic moment. It leaves behind tiny fractures—through love, distance, memories, expectations, loneliness, hope, and change. We continue living with them, sometimes healing, sometimes simply learning to carry them.

If you've ever found comfort in the poems on this blog, I believe you'll find the same conversations continuing in this collection.

To everyone who has quietly visited this blog over the years—whether you have been here since my earliest posts or discovered it recently—thank you. Many of you have never left a comment or written to me, yet your visits reminded me that these words were finding someone somewhere. That silent companionship has meant more than you know.

As I move into a new phase of my writing journey, exploring stories, cinema, and essays alongside poetry, Fractures feels like an important milestone. It is my way of preserving a part of myself before beginning the next chapter.

If you'd like to own a copy, I'd be deeply grateful. More than supporting my work, you'll be carrying with you a collection that has grown alongside this blog for years.

Fractures is available in paperback on Amazon, Flipkart, and Barnes & Noble, and is also available worldwide as an eBook.

Thank you for reading, for returning, and for allowing my words to become a small part of your life.

With gratitude,

Titiksha Singhal

Emotional Navigation

2025-06-15T08:51:00.001-07:00

Emotions are often worn down by decept

The profoundness of lies breaks down all possibilities

Of being together

Hurtful remains the innocent heart

That knew of eternal beauty

But now tainted by inhumane experiences

Moving on has become easier

Because the mind is now aware of ill-intentions

Love held the possibility of being boundless

What was the need to adulterate it?

So human we are

That we have no filters of imperfections

That our mindless perceptions diffuse the context we want to abide by

And probably that's why all the wise men try to teach religion

Of love and acceptance

Of patience, of ethics

Of respecting individual lives and their journeys

But they have all failed terribly.

We are all doomed forever.

There is no savior for us.

Path Undrained

2025-05-20T12:11:00.001-07:00

Torn between deceptive glances of a bygone world

And susceptible nature of what is to come

An innocent mindfulness stands still

Holding onto the stormy waters

With the strength of healed will

Where shall I take me?

A constant question framed to mind

The unanswered prayers are all over the place

Where shall I stay?

For another day?

2025-05-17T05:08:00.001-07:00

अल्फाजों की बुनियाद पे कुछ लम्हे ठहर गए

जब मिला मौका गुफ्तगू का, सपने सारे ठहर गए

एक चाहत थी मजबूर उम्मीदों तले

वो बैठा रहा सामने, लफ्ज सारे ठहर गए

The Ugly Truth

2025-05-02T12:34:00.001-07:00

Some things are too easy to break

Such as illusions

Or the illusions of love

Or of the protective layer you imagine around you

The people, the friends, the lovers,

The family

The attachments are too fragile

Too fragile than the materialistic nature of it

Too fragile to even comprehend its fragility

You think you are holding onto a rock

But the truth lies in realizing that even that rock

Is only made of the grains of sand that cannot be held back

They flow out like a mere ticking clock

And such is the frailty of illusions

You may grieve

You may grieve forever

But if only you can control and accept

And desire to move beyond

And ahead of all the possibilities

Then pave your own path

Of accepting the truth

That is ugly, but it is so.

And is yours alone.

Knotten

2025-04-27T11:08:00.001-07:00

I found in me a knot

Stuck, jammed and rotten

Its ancientness bewilders me

Was it always there untouched and forgotten?

It feels alien

But how come it resides within me?

I have not known my past beyond memory

But now the task is to reimagine my very being

Struggling throughout

Day by day

Till eternity

Unknotting it

The force is not mine

But the effort has to be

It is what it is.

But why must I deal with it?

Take it away, Oh God!

The God has turned his ear

The forces are blind, the Universe is forlorn

Where am I to turn

To pray and be heard?

The fire is already extinguished

I can't melt it or burn.

I Imagine A World

2025-04-23T12:55:00.001-07:00

I imagine a world

Where all kinds of men and women

Awkward or outspoken

Friendly or sarcastic

With amour or alone

Virgin or not

Smoker or not

Intelligent or not

Wise and dumb

Forgetful or not

Aloof and distant

Or observer and keen

Opportunist or fool

Sad and excited

Extro or introvert

Anxious or balanced

Hyped or silenced

Sensitive and unaware

Well versed or useless

Resourceful or hopeless

Unknown or acquaintance

Lazy or overactive

Sleepy and insomniac

Can feel comfortable

In one single space

And call it a home.

I imagine a respect

No pull-downs

No insecurities

No validations or ego clashes

A space conjoined with borrowed time

Where all can rest in peace.

Hazed

2025-04-23T12:34:00.001-07:00

I feel a calm before the constant storm

A threat looming biased in form

Hostility speaking volumes of a suppressed world

A negative space, an unfriendly gaze

An insolent remark borne from crafted rage.

I feel a place expanding red

An uncomfortable exchange

An indescent cage

And no escape.

A melodious charm is just a facade

An explode on the edge

All going in vain

With time and space

An itchiness remains.

With an eagerness to revive the bud of hope

A harmonious music echoeing distantly

Is all ears to all gossips,

Entering this maze.

Waiting to come out of

The eternal haze.

Till then,

Staying dazed.

Absorption

2025-04-15T13:35:00.001-07:00

Women have always learnt to criticize themselves.

While standing in front of the mirror

They notice their freckles

The injury marks

Popping white heads

Acne marks

Extra hair strand

Growing white hair

Distance between the eyebrows

Open pores

Shape of the lips

Hollows under the eyes

Uneven skin tones

Puffiness

Double chin, triple chin

Pigments

Shape of eyebrows

Hairlines

Length of hair

Unpolished curves

Fat and muscles

Skintones

Body shape

Bulges, bloatings

And then come back to unwelcoming pupils

And you see yourself looking at you

Not out of love

But out from the disappointment

And then you check your worth

Have you lived it well since you were born?

Have you made it to the top yet?

Made few lacs?

Found your love?

Traveled? Trekked?

Learnt new skills?

How well do you manage your house?

What all the recipes do you know?

Can you impress someone with your meal?

How well have you maintained your wardrobe?

Pedicure? Menicure? Hair spa?

But then you couldn't afford such frequent trips to enjoy salon, cafe, shopping trips

Should you seek financial help?

Are you eating well?

Fruits? Veggies? Protein?

Chia seeds?

Did you check your weight recently?

Do you remember the time you were an ideal weight?

Yes, but also you looked so young back then

There was a spark in the eyes

Such a fine smooth face it was

And what expressions!

What adventure!

What courage!

What strength!

What rebellion!

Where is that spirit lost?

Long behind this unwelcoming gaze

That is judging your own reflection

In this hazy mirror

You are no longer even keen to wipe it clear.

Mid-Life Dogma

2024-11-21T08:06:00.001-08:00

Once upon a time we lived in a world

Where joy was happiness

Compatibility was cordial

Adventure was liveliness

Desires were the needs

And choices were the preferences.

But now as I am growing

Someone else's perceived needs are conceived as desires

Adventures are haywired and broken

Compatibilities are enforced on the souls

Notion of system is the anticipated joy now

And happiness is an unknown entity that we ought to seek

On the unpreferrably chosen routes.

We'll be peaceful if we were meant to be.

The Next We Speak

2023-09-27T16:09:00.001-07:00

The frailities of humans are just so vast

It's hard to succumb to the mistakes of past

When a stream of water flows towards the ocean

You don't judge the desperation of it's flow as a river

So are the emotions, illogical in expense

The extent of thought is a mockery to all the logic sense

You want what you want, you need what you need

If they don't fall in sync, which want will you seed?

The needs will find their root, unmet in priority

You think you know yourself all?

Can you prove the conformity?

Some day shall happen as it is meant to be

The pieces of puzzle will find their place to be.

There might be conflicts, struggles, and all

But your emotional security will reach it's peak

And you will feel you know it all whole,

The next we speak.

Hopefully.

Love Mathematics

2023-09-09T11:23:00.002-07:00

Can we...

Just not be?

Somehow?

But in totality.

A wholesome union.

A sweet bliss?

What comes hard with separation

Is the desire you have to love,

Because you have to suddenly stop giving.

Not being able to give love

Is just as hard as

Not being able to receive it.

The division of souls is hard

When you divide your love with

The time you had spent with each other,

The quotient is your memories

And the remainder

Are all the dreams you watched together

But were not able to live in your relationship.

Quotient is the bliss while

Remainder is your helpless, remorseful guilt.

Helpless Believing

2023-09-04T13:43:00.002-07:00

How helpless you are

To the uncertain conclusions of a relationship?

Your perceptions don't really matter

And your fears don't make any sense

What has to happen, will happen

Whoever is meant to stay, will stay

You think they will understand?

No they won't, until you communicate

You think they will revert?

Depends on their schedule or their mood

You think they will chase?

Let's assume, they do.

But will you promise to not doubt them again?

Of course you'll not.

Because you'll do.

Do they love you today, tomorrow, and forever?

Can they unlove you as they move to the next moment?

Do they want to cheat? Will they? Are doing?

How will you know but, until they confess.

Do you trust their conscience?

Do you believe when you are told

That you are missed?

That you are needed?

But you notice a change in how they talk to you now.

Maybe they are busy.

Maybe everything has changed between you two.

Maybe someday it will end.

Maybe someday you will grow.

Reassurance

2023-09-03T22:42:00.001-07:00

Sometimes

It's good to express your feelings

Your vulnerabilities

It's okay to appear weak

For the person you believe you love.

If they attend you well

Hold you up

Give a good ear to your heart

As well as reassure you

And appreciate that you opened up to them,

They love you too.

If they do not,

Hold yourself up

Let your heart cry

Reassure yourself that you will find someone better

And appreciate that you got to know their real face this soon

And move on.

Hope for Love

2023-09-03T13:51:00.001-07:00

I hope

I don't fall in love with the person who doesn't

Love me at least as much as I love him.

I hope, my hope against all odds

Doesn't turn out to be futile.

I hope

I gain more than my expectations

And my desires too be surprised

With the abundance of love I receive.

I hope

We both help each other grow

Be the best of mates

A peaceful home for each other.

I hope

We love to share every detail about our lives

Rejoice in the breakthroughs

And support each other in the breakdowns.

That we stay responsible, trustful and loyal

To each other, always

And forever be bound

By eternal love, respect, and care.

The Breakups Are Alright

2023-09-02T13:15:00.002-07:00

Guess I am totally fine about a heartbreak

Of separation, of disappointment

Because as soon as the things end,

It just stops

The anticipation of getting it all wrong

Stops

Living in the fear of losing the person

Stops

Curiosity to know more about the person

Stops

The changing phases

Stop

The unlove

Stops

Feeling bad, insecure, thinking over and around

Stops

The endings are good

As they bring you close to your closure

Of understanding and expecting out of that relationship.

It is easy.

Just that, the ease comes too soon.

Some Things

2023-08-30T11:55:00.001-07:00

Some things are too real and too beautiful that you are not able to bring yourself to say goodbye.

Some things feels too natural in their imperfections that the differences doesn't seem to matter.

Some things end up coming too close to your heart that it becomes hard to measure and live with distances.

Some things stay too long in your mind that you wish for more time and memories with them.

Some things, if meant to stay with you, will, no matter how much you try to break yourself apart.

Some things make you believe in all the good things you had lost your trust in.

This Last Meet

2023-08-25T11:24:00.001-07:00

I wish we had not met

When again

I somehow managed to nullify the intensity

Of my feelings for you

When I convinced myself

Of the impossibility of our love

When I let the doubts seep in

When I found comfort in blaming you

When I didn't get the revert I desired

When you just stayed aloof

I wish we had not met again after that.

When it became easier

To live with your absence

I wish I never agreed to meet you again.

I wish I had stayed convinced that you were gone.

That I no longer need to wait for you.

That acceptance is much more easier

Than this longing that doesn't seem to end

Day in and day out

I wish for the these days of separation to end.

Are you thinking of me though?

I was sure that you were not until we met

One last time

And this one last meet

Though loving

Is heartbreaking

I now wish that you are thinking of me.

Sometimes, do you?

I wish we had not met this one last time.

For my life would have stayed smooth.

And my heart, at peace.

I am unable to quench this fire now.

I am getting burnt.

In this love, my love.

Wheels Of The Bus Go Round And Round

2023-08-20T03:03:00.001-07:00

Have you ever seen your perspective change,

Like wow this all seem so beautiful now

Taking delight in your thoughts

Feeling an emotional high?

You hog around the world

Break your own ideals

Let the wind rush past your hair

And find comfort in discomfort.

Any sadness is not heart-wrenching anymore

And the smiles are filled with joy

Find uniqueness in the little flaws

Develop an understanding of the minds.

Live out the kid in you

Jump up high in joy

As wheels of the bus go round and round

Don't let your self in anyway be bound.

Start afresh, start again

Things may go wrong,

There will be more regrets

But as long as you are alive

Adventures should not end.

There is no time weak or strong

Life is out there for you to grasp

Take it, and sing your own song.

Love. Pause. Run.

2023-08-17T11:22:00.004-07:00

It is difficult to decide at which stage it should end.

When we are in it, the relationship span seems too small

When we break apart, it suddenly becomes too long

And you are left wondering if only it had ended much sooner

When it was still at its peak

When it was still beautiful and full of love and longing

Like a wave of wind gushing past through you unexpectedly.

Love should be a sudden, strong, passionate intersection

Full of sweet loving fragrance

That either should stay

Or should leave much before it fades into its end.

Nobody likes these turn offs.

I want to stay forever in love with you.

But now, I am not.

Next time I will learn to grab those pauses

Where usually the insecurities and fear start to seep in

And you seek your daily dose of assurances.

That "pause", when you don't get a revert

When you notice the distortion

And lessening of efforts,

When you feel it in your gut that something has changed

The day you start clinging more

Doubting more

And... Loving more

That day, when the pause comes

End it. And run.

Dying Hope

2023-08-15T10:22:00.002-07:00

How difficult is this feeling

To let someone go

A person you were getting to know

Is now becoming unknown.

How tiring it is

To live an unfulfilled romance

You are left hanging between

Being hurt and never be hurt again.

I wonder if I overread your actions

What if I was wrong to come to the conclusion

That you were not just leaving by mistake

But that you actually wanted to leave in the first place.

What if I wake up tomorrow with your text

Prompting me to miss you

And believe in you once again

And question why I felt what I felt.

Or if I am throwing you off

And you are tired of defending your purity

And this time you couldn't

Pamper my insecurities.

Or perhaps I want to believe in a mere chance

I am living in a dying hope

And as 'we' fall apart

Maybe you can extend your hand for one last hold.

What A Waste!

2023-08-15T09:42:00.001-07:00

Grieving is never easy

Separation lasts much longer than the moment

And that's why I had pulled up my guards

Before you made me believe in us.

I wanted to believe, the fault was mine

Though I was pretty sure every love hurts

And every relationship ends

And yet I did both

I want to believe in exceptions

I want to believe in magic

I want to live the fairy tale of love

A romantic cliche

Endless nights of intertwined bodies

Lingering frangrances

Sweet promises, fulfilling hopes

Lovely visions of the future

Sharing the feelings, the thoughts,

The places, meals, and songs.

I wanted to get wasted

In the most comforting cuddles

For elongated hours.

And if we had to separate, at least it will be

With a sweet longing

Knowing that you were the best thing that

Happened to me.

But this love...

What a waste of hope!

When The Loving Stops

2023-08-15T09:24:00.002-07:00

Can you just not tell me,

When your love for me stops?

Can you not give me a warning

That it is fading to black

That the process has started

Of reaching the end?

I wonder what is worse?

Cheating on someone,

Or just stop loving someone,

With no gradual reason?

Either ways, you are left blaming yourself.

Why do I get attached so easily.

No, usually I don't.

But once I open my heart out,

There is no turning back for me.

I am ready to risk the dive

To fall and be injured.

But why, why can't you

Have the courage to take it further?

Were you afraid,

Or were you lying to me all that time?

Uncertainty

2023-08-15T08:12:00.003-07:00

There have been times

When you have raced through your life

And have been those years

That were needed to be endured with resilience

There have been many facades

Meant to be unmasked

And the bitter truths too

That made you prefer a relevant false.

Somedays you are too good to be you

Somedays you have ferretted through your selves

To find the one that is true.

There have been no certainty in the events that have gone past

But still you seek conviction in all the wishes you've asked.

It is too risky to trudge the line of faith

When on belief you try your best to survive

As you exert to acclimatize yourself

To this scrupulous force of dubious life.

The Futile Hurt

2023-08-14T11:10:00.001-07:00

You can not plan out your love.

The understandings, the longings,

The beautiful moments and the feelings

Is a pure symphony of time

When the frequencies are supposed to match

They will

Smoothly and sub-consciously

Soothing your heart

And bringing peace to your mind.

But when this does not happen

Maybe the timings were wrong

Maybe the person. However,

What stays truly at fault

Are your expectations.