
Hey there, lovely souls… if you are here that means simply one thing, either you love Tiny Wins to give me your valuable time or you love poetry as much as I do..
I wouldn’t call myself a poet just yet, I write about emotions plucked from the world’s rich mosaic.. And this page is a collection of all such emotions…
Hope you all like it!
Here we go!!

I Like It Here…

I like it here,
By Khushi Upadhyay (Tiny Wins)
On some days I wonder,
What the outer demons stood for.
All this time the power,
has rested in my lap.
Moved a step forward and saw the buds,
I like it here more than above,
I like the pulsating veins of mine,
I like the dense rain tonight,
I like the drama,
I like the pain,
I like every experience,
Existing in this plane.
I like it here,
On some days I wonder,
What the outer world stood for,
All these fights, I fought myself,
It rested the power within each breath,
I held it for too long and, finally annexed.
I like it here,
I like the worry,
I like the efforts,
I like the pity,
I like my soul and all the others.
At the end we rest with none the better,
I like it here,
I like it here more than ever before,
All hurts and kisses that life bestows!
MAYBE ITS TIME…

Maybe its time,
Khushi Upadhyay (Tiny Wins)
To return from my grave,
To the skies,
beyond perception.
Maybe it’s time to appreciate the haves,
And let go of the flaws.
Maybe it’s time to know the light,
Piercing through clouds,
Beyond the great beyonds.
Maybe it’s time to find the hidden pockets,
When the ones we know, get too full.
Maybe now is the time to restart,
And let the moon bloom.
Maybe it’s time to renew,
Without the fear of falling back the edge.
Maybe it’s time to celebrate,
The chances we get at rebirths.
Maybe it’s time to empty the pockets,
And flourish through the mud.
Maybe it’s time to requestion,
All that was fed.
Maybe and Maybe,
It’s time to stop wasting and rebegin!
Everyday & Everything

Everyday, everything,
Khushi Upadhyay (Tiny Wins)
reminds of evil in me.
Unhappy, not satisfied,
Not ever enough,
Not ever a smile.
Glasses of tears & lids being shut,
stored away in gloomy nights.
Can’t love and can’t be unloved,
Can’t cherish “the ultimate fun”.
Everything, Everyday,
is enough to cross the ledge,
unwanted feelings, reside within.
Dealt with the past,
Carefree of future,
“Realistic ways” are themselves so hopeless.
Everyday and every year,
tears are worn,
health unchecked,
Uncaring we go,
not ever enough,
not ever a roar.
IT…

Content, stable, fixed, non-budging,
Khushi Upadhyay (Tiny Wins)
boring, exhausting, simple, too restless?
It brings contentment,
it brings some pause,
deep moments in time,
watching my haults.
It brings rigidity,
it brings exhaust,
deep moments of peace,
and all begone.
It brings some structure,
It bottles up pain,
on the way we go,
buying new reigns.
It’s non-budging,
it got some flaws,
deep moments of reality,
and parody of loss.
It brings me down,
it brings me up,
it brings serenity,
and also fucks up,
It’s content, stable, fixed and shut,
boring, exhausting, simple, messed up!!
WHO LISTENS?

My body trembles in pain,
Khushi Upadhyay (Tiny Wins)
eyes staring up,
back hardly holding up,
thinking twice to move a muscle.
All this and nothing,
gets hidden with a smile.
A smile as bright,
as the body heating up inside.
Nobody should know this,
Sshhh, I am brave,
and this pain is insignificant.
Everyone goes through it,
you are not special.
Bear it, hide it,
embrace it, Fake it!
And just that way,
its gone!
Vanishes as your body becomes numb,
you will receive no signal, no more.
What’s the point anyway?
For no one,
it’s not even you,
who listens?
SHE IS HER !

You want her poised,
Khushi Upadhyay (Tiny Wins)
you want nodding heads,
you want space and time,
and still don’t care.
You showered her love,
unmatched in a million fairy tales,
Now she sits here,
snivelling in her Cinderella dress.
You want her by your side,
a side carrying hundreds of slaves.
Now, she got a voice,
you don’t appreciate.
You want her unruffled,
you want an unfazed wife.
You want space and time,
when it’s you, who gave up this fight.
You promised her unfated lies,
never did she see,
those thoughtless nights.
Forget the flowers,
forget the ring,
she just wanted herself a dream.
She evolved admist your sorrows,
she learnt her lessons,
unlike your weeping wallows.
She is not poised,
She’s got a voice,
She is love,
Ruffled at times,
She is Her,
not your prize!
TWO SIDES OF A COIN

Your hero could be someone’s villain,
Khushi Upadhyay (Tiny Wins)
your savior could be someone’s killer,
your love could be my hate,
your desires could be my quod,
your help could be my destruction,
your hate could be my liberation.
Your messenger could be a sorrower,
your ideal could be a lamenter,
your Lover could be a griever,
your nemesis could be a mourner.
Your sorrows could be my contentment,
your grief could be my relief,
your problems could be my solutions,
your pain could be my pleasure,
your expenses could be my profits,
your losses could be my gains,
your misery could be my euphoria.
World hold polarity,
equals and unequals,
sorrows and elations,
heroes and villains,
victories and chaoses.
REAL

Shift in the world is real,
By Khushi Upadhyay (Tiny Wins)
mixed in mysteries of sight,
hope to find you in a mix,
and lay under stars alive.
Chances in realms are real,
yet no coincidences,
wished to see us together,
and make it all permanent.
Meanings in synchrocities are real,
and so real is the outer space,
lied to never meet you,
near one of many sea waves.
Boredom of life is real,
and real is unlimited fun,
what you stand for,
is what I hold so dear!
Blueness of sky is real,
real is no colour of sky,
wanted to hold you,
under the blanket of twinkling stars.
Taste of wine is real,
real is drunkness from alcohol,
dreamt of dreaming together,
out loud and on our sidebeds.
Aging in humans is real,
real is staying young,
joyful beating of hearts,
is what I adore forever!