Not every love story has a happy ending,
Our love is proof of that.
Memories linger, a bittersweet refrain,
Echoes of what we had, now lost in pain.
The laughter, tears, and moments shared,
Haunt me still, a love that's not spared.
Time can't heal the wounds, nor fade the scars,
Our love story, a reminder of what went wrong, from the very start.
Oct 25, 2025
Oct 25, 2025 at 1:49 AM UTC
While I sat beside my bedroom window
rested my shaking hands on the walking stick which has become the only companion I have left
I looked out to have a clearer view of what the world has become,
the remains of my childhood days and a mixture of civilization
I closed my eyes shut and took a long deep breath
memories from the past rushing in, each trying to outrace the other in my head
Then the voices in my head resurface, growing louder with each passing minutes
Memories and voices I have repressed for so long,
pushing them deep down each time they try to surface
but today I let them have their way,
I opened the lid I placed on them
I guess it's time to pay a visit to the past
No more hide and seek game for today.
Let the memories guide me as I do
Let the voices accompany me, haunt me and make a mockery of me
Let them walk me through yesteryear, take me through each phase of life
From birth, childhood, teenage, youth and adulthood
Let them remind me
Of the pains I endured
Of the costly mistakes, I made
Of the consequences and prices, I paid
Of the helping hands, I turned down
Of the loving heart, I misjudged and hurt
Of the betrayals I experienced
Of the opportunities, I missed and grabbed
Of the lives, I injured and inspired
Of the reckless life, I lived
And bring me back to where I am now
As I wait for death and count the days left
when I'll be reunited with those who have gone ahead of me.
Mar 16, 2022
Mar 16, 2022 at 7:28 AM UTC
How do I explain this feeling of emptiness
Which is as thick as a blanket around me
How do I explain this strong urge to cry
To weep and wail like the world has ended
And curl up like a ball behind my sofa
And silently wish for death to come claim me
Mar 12, 2022
Mar 12, 2022 at 4:50 AM UTC
I taught him that life was a battlefield,
I gave him all he will ever need to fight those wars and win them all
But I failed to tell and teach him how to stay alive.
I told him that his society will protect him
I advised him to trust in his leaders for help
that his country will fight and stand by him
But I failed to tell him that his society will bring his fall.
I lost my son in the battlefield
I could have given my life in exchange
but I got carried away fighing my wars
And now his lifeless body lies in my arms
A generation of greatness lost!
A nation of selfless leader wiped out!
A great warrior is lost to war!
All in the name of raging wars
I regret not teaching him to stay alive.
Nov 28, 2020
Nov 28, 2020 at 6:01 PM UTC
You said I shouldn't be scared of falling in love with you
You promised to catch me while falling before I hit the ground
So I took you for your enticing words
Swallowed your bait, hook, line, and sinker
I never knew you were a ******* player,
Who had chosen my heart as the next playing ground
I didn't realize that my love meant nothing to you
Until it was too late to withdraw
You should be happy now right?
That I fell for your tricks and made a fool of myself.
But all the same, I don't regret the day our path crossed
Because even for the tinniest moment
I thought you were mine and I was yours.
And that feeling is enough
Nov 28, 2020
Nov 28, 2020 at 5:09 PM UTC
While lying on her bed and wringing in pain
she held my hands with her soft, frail hand and said to me
"what really is life"?
I looked tearfully into her eyes and answered
"It's a place where our stories begin."
She signed deeply and released my hands
pain and agony were written all over her
she exhaled deeply and said to me
"what exactly is death"?
I wiped the tears that rolled down my face and said
"it's a place where our stories end"
She closed her eyes and said
this is where my own story ends
and with that, she remained still.
I looked at her and shook my head
Another unfinished story, another untold tale.
Aug 16, 2020
Aug 16, 2020 at 8:20 AM UTC
On a White Plain Spreadsheets
Lies the Dark Hidden Secrets
Of My Life.
Aug 1, 2020
Aug 1, 2020 at 4:40 AM UTC
Between life and death, there is only a tiny thread.
Between sorrow and happiness, there is only a door.
In between love and hatred, there is only a gap.
Jul 30, 2020
Jul 30, 2020 at 3:41 PM UTC
Will there ever be a sound of laughter in my mouth again?
Will I ever have a reason to smile?
Will this pain vanished one day?
And will my story change from bitterness to sweetness?
Jul 30, 2020
Jul 30, 2020 at 8:17 AM UTC