There is this deep loneliness of the heart
when you leave too much unsaid,
all the words lodged in the throat,
slowly choking,
the throat closing in on itself.
This feeling in your upper chest,
the slow rising of the words—
they become this living thing,
taking these deep breaths,
ribs rising with them
and deflating.
And you search for hearts through eyes;
you feel the wearing of your heart,
and you search for hearts through eyes.
You look for black and white,
but it's all just murky shades of grey.
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 1:13 PM UTC
I worry,
If I might forget you
the exact tone of your voice
how you always shouted the next words
how the sides of your eyes crinkled,
when you smiled
And your cheeks all raised up
Eyes sparkling with mischief
a true picture of childhood
how you laughed really loud
And looked at people from the corner of your eye
how you refused to conform.
I wonder now
what to tell my kids
of this aunt who
I thought, I would
have forever to know
Which words should I
use ?
What picture should I
paint ?
What must I tell them ?
How you bickered and fought
and bickered and fought some more
how you left oh so suddenly
and when you left all the silences grew uncomfortable.
We were all fat with good fortune
And death
had no patience.
how you took a
piece of my heart
without telling me
and kept it when you left.
So what do I
do with this
this love I have for you ?
Where do you
want me to put it ?
Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 4:26 PM UTC
I never knew the moment,
it escaped from between my lips
to become-
a Bullet.
It crossed
all that skin, fat, muscle and bone
to reach the heart.
A monster I never knew
An enemy I never saw
trapped in between my lips,
escaped.
Words turned into thoughts
I never knew
And I became someone
I barely recognised.
Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 3:34 PM UTC
Sometimes
Sadness,
It's like the childhood blanket
You use from time to time.
It's like rain,
when your dry at home.
It's like old acquaintances
that you meet by the road.
It's when the world grows narrower
and you grow bigger.
It's when dragons are not real
nor fairies nor elves
nothing at the end of the rainbow
It's when fairy tales starts lying
and dreams
All end in death.
Jul 13, 2025
Jul 13, 2025 at 2:39 AM UTC
I can't help it
I try to stop myself
But I offer my heart,
in every conversation,
Every smile,
Every tear.
It can't be helped
It's a restless bird,
Jumpy and twitchy,
An anxious little creature
And when it comes back
I staunch the bleeding
Suture the wound
I bandage it up.
It presents itself in a silver platter
For passersby to gawk on
To trample and maul,
To spit and to cut
Then I take it back
and dust it up.
It just never gives up
It tells me
"This, this could be it
You need to be brave."
And I watch it
This old senile creature
In my young
Unmarred body
This old wretched thing
Who offers itself
So recklessly.
Jun 1, 2025
Jun 1, 2025 at 11:21 AM UTC
In the depths of my mind,
dishes pile high on the sink
stacking on the countertops
and leaking on to the floor
with dried crusty food
now too hard to scrub down.
And the laundry basket has overflown
The basket no longer in view
Now, just a mountain of clothes
And the table has never been cleared
The bedsheets never changed
The ceilings joined by cobwebs
And the bathroom floor all grimy.
A house is like a machine
Requiring frequent oiling
Frequent repairing
Like a newborn baby
It can't help but wail through the night
And I've tended to it like a slave
Day in and day out
All the while growing the clutter in my own.
I can't seem to help it
It refuses to forget
You laid the foundation and built it brick by brick
Where love resided once, has been suffocated
By clothes and dishes and dust and dirt,
And you ask me where the love went
It's there somewhere
Perhaps in the laundry basket
If I can find the bottom
Or in the drain
Or on the bathroom floor
I just can't seem to find it.
May 18, 2025
May 18, 2025 at 2:39 PM UTC
It doesn't take long for a shower,
to become a gale,
followed by hail.
So I keep it nestled
inside a thousand
cotton *****
And your every word
and action
Like a thousand
sharp arrows
all find their mark.
And yet,
this week pathetic *****
Somehow manage,
to keep on beating,
To keep on beating
Somehow.
Oct 20, 2024
Oct 20, 2024 at 1:44 PM UTC
Your smile,
It's like rain on parched earth
Like orange blossoms on my heart
Like sun peaking on the horizon.
It starts in the middle,
then moves sideways.
All those teeth slowly saying "Hi"
Then rub their cute little eyes and
yawn at me.
It's a Dangerous thing , your Smile
Because it squeezes my heart and
makes it go overdrive.
All the pots in my brain starts to clang
And my mouth, becomes an Ocean
Spilling dangerous things.
Jun 22, 2024
Jun 22, 2024 at 1:04 PM UTC
On the very first day,
I wore that white coat
for its true purpose
my father's cheeks were
wet with tears.
They fell despite his resistance
for that year the rain had been too much
and the dam had been worn down by dreams
and the white coat was a beautiful rainbow.
Dec 3, 2023
Dec 3, 2023 at 2:11 PM UTC
Fear,
wound it's tentacles around my body
round and round
squeezing, suffocating
around my arms, legs and torso
its head resting on my hip.
Its black sticky ink preventing me from seeing.
So I walked the hallways of my home
with the added weight of an octopus-blinded
and let sleep lull me into its sweet embrace
the octopus by my side, subdued for now.
Jul 15, 2023
Jul 15, 2023 at 12:01 AM UTC