When I sit alone,
Someone will ask, “Can I use this chair?”
Then carry it to another table
To laugh with friends over there—
Leaving me, still and silent,
Closed off like a clam.

Here I am in the jungle,
Eating blueberries and plant seeds,
But then the ground starts to rumble—
The sound of a hundred soldiers charging for me.

They come at me from all sides,
A hundred foreign objects storming my land.
A primal fear stirs inside,
But I cannot run; I must make my stand.

I roar like a strike of purple thunder—
The men don’t stop, unbothered by anything.
Did I make a mistake, a blunder?
I feel like a misunderstood king.

The men have stricken me down,
They cheer, reveling in the battle being won
I know in the eyes of my troop, I’ve lost my crown,
But it speaks volumes— a hundred needed to defeat one.

Ingredients:

½ stick of thin skin (softened)
1 cup of birthdays that never went right
1½ cups of “I’m fine”
2 cups of a cracked voice
1¾ cups of people forgetting your name
½ cup of being avoided
1 teaspoon of false hope
Instructions:

1. Preheat the oven to 350°F (175°C). This is the perfect temperature to overwhelm your ingredients—and then blame them when they don’t turn out right.
2. In a large bowl, mix the softened thin skin with the birthdays that never went right. This will release the tears.
3. Crack the 2 cups of voice until it’s silent. Add the teaspoon of false hope. This gives the mixture a bitter edge of intimidation.

4. Combine the forgetfulness and avoidance. Stir them into the tears.

5.  Pour in the 1½ cups of “I’m fine.” Mix until everything looks normal on the surface.

6. Pour into a greased pan. Bake until numb.

Serving:
This recipe serves one.
Best served cold.
Not recommended for children—
unless you don’t want them to have a good childhood.

I’m afraid the masquerade is over;
You must pack your bags and leave now.
Don’t be sad — take it as closure;
They still think they’re holier than thou.

The rich return to their old ways,
Their customs brittle, cold, and strange.
They’ll tell you once again, "Eat cake," —
A stubborn mindset you cannot change.

The mask falls off along with the glamor;
Nothing remains but broken chandeliers.
The empty halls strike your face like a hammer,
And you long for the gateau and beer.

Outside, it’s a bitter winter,
And your faith threatens to disappear.
But the masquerade won’t let you reenter —
You hear a commotion drawing near.

Two people fighting, blinded by beliefs,
Living side by side in the same town too.
When will they see — it’s not a left or right breach,
But a battle of the top against the few?

Honestly -
If you want to be with me,
Say it whole heartedly.
I don’t want to waste my twenties.

There once lived a beautiful princess named Savarati
Her sweet strong charm was the hit at every party
She was enchanting like an angel with wings on her shoulders
But this borne a complex becoming uglier as she grew older
And very soon Savarati would learn her lesson but not nicely

The beauty of Savarati was true for everyone she met
People were dumbfounded in her appeal they would not forget
Her splendor spawned their devotion to her to always be dear
This made Savarati’s arrogance develop through the years
Even though she was stunning, she felt she was humanity’s present

One day, the daughter of the noble family went to a genie
She said to him, “I wish to live forever so my beauty won’t leave me”
As her wish was granted, she thought this was what she wanted
However as time went on, this would leave her very disappointed
The things around her as she knew them would change quite greatly

It began with her deeply beloved son who passed away
He was no more, as were all the trees and flowers that started to decay
Soon everyone she cared for were gone and things became of no value to her
Now that she had such durability, what was the point in doing the things she preferred?
Savarati wondered this to herself as she cried for another day

She then went back to the spirit and demanded him to fix this
Savarati’s mortality came back but not happy with her still deceased family, she let out a hiss
But the genie told her that there was nothing he could do to revert her loved ones
Knowing this would be the end of it, the princess understood only darkness would come
She laid that night with her photo of her family haunting her hopes giving it one last kiss

That night with no one by her side, Savarati died of heartache
But she realized one important thing before she did not wake
That is the truth of having an enjoyable life is not how long you live
Instead, it is how you display yourself to others and what you give
Because living is not about how many breaths you take, but what of it you make

I went to the doctor today.
He said he'd never seen anything like it.
He gave me a diagnosis that felt so fit—
He said it was called Love Visibility Decay.

It gave birth to pain deep in my breast,
Like someone tugging at my heartstrings.
It made me question earth and heavenly things—
A cardiac arrest within my chest.

It happens when you feel forgotten.
Soft, translucent fog surrounds me,
Making me distant, blurry—
I absorb the dismissal like silk cotton.

The doctor told me the only cure
Is to be kissed by the one you want,
But your approach must be nonchalant.
I follow you,
Because I know where you’ll be tonight for sure.

Now here I stand, right in front of you,
You kiss her cheek, so bold, and so sweetly.
I can’t blame you, though—she is pretty,
And now I fade away, lost in plain sight.
I am gone. I am see-through.