Deconstruct the constructed
It’s a curse upon my eyes
The enormous structures
Mounted over my head,
They block my sight.
I see no moon,
Nor the sunlight
The beautiful clouds, fleeting
They pass right above me,
Yet I am blind.
Blinded by dull buildings,
I long for empty space
For the sky, where it sees me,
And I press my eyes
To every drifting cloud,
To every feather passing by.
I want to see the lightning
It does not frighten me.
What does, is the structure nearby,
Made for protection from rain.
How funny-
It has become the cause of pain.
The rain, it healed me,
These structures, made in vain.
How deeply I long
To feel the wind
Unshaded,
Untamed.
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 11:49 AM UTC
Is it the poet or the poem-
Whom to remember?
The poem that touched hearts,
Or the poet that made it do so?
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 3:13 AM UTC
Deconstruct the constructed
It’s a curse upon my eyes
The enormous structures
Mounted over my head,
They block my sight.
I see no moon,
Nor the sunlight
The beautiful clouds, fleeting
They pass right above me,
Yet I am blind.
Blinded by dull buildings,
I long for empty space
For the sky, where it sees me,
And I press my eyes
To every drifting cloud,
To every feather passing by.
I want to see the lightning
It does not frighten me.
What does, is the structure nearby,
Made for protection from rain.
How funny-
It has become the cause of pain.
The rain, it healed me,
These structures, made in vain.
How deeply I long
To feel the wind
Unshaded,
Untamed.
May 3
May 3, 2026 at 2:25 PM UTC
Lost in the silence inside my misery
Listening to it all the time
It tells a lot without a word
Simple, yet divine
Cadged this custom from it finally,
No more do I speak
All I do is listen
Listen to nothing but silence.
Now I AM SILENCE"
Now I AM SILENT "
Apr 23
Apr 23, 2026 at 10:30 PM UTC
I've cried all sunless mornings
Trying to heal my soulless body
Breathing my miserable fears
Living in this dead world,
Plucking the thorns of dried roses
My bloodless hands red
And my lifeless thoughts beautiful
Someday a sun may rise
My lightless mornings end
Maybe my griefs someday fleet
Maybe my scars someday fade
Maybe we someday meet
Maybe we stop to hate.
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 3:21 AM UTC
The Haze from my tea blurring my glasses
The tune from the piano adding to the ecstasy
The soft mist colliding with each wrinkle on my skin
A sight of warmth to my soul
The ultimate euphoria, the endless joy
Me, dreaming with no purpose
My bed cozy and the weather cold
My tea hot does the wishes hold
Letting in the shy air peeping through my window
Indulge in this flow, this time I may
The beautiful bond of bitter dry leaves and sweet honey weaving a perfect day.
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 11:55 PM UTC
Clouds! Hide the Sun
Let the Moon rise
May selenophiles celebrate tonight
Let the Moon shine
Grief! Hide the light
Let the Darkness thrive
For me and you to dive in a sweven
Let magoa highlight
There is an orphic lypopherenia in this mirk
Let it grab my eunoia
May sabaism be divine!
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 11:45 AM UTC
Today,
Waking up felt different.
I don't like summers
yet felt resplendent,
The old and ragged curtain
Shaded brown and beige
Filtered the harsh sunlight
Into golden like bees,
The slow fan dancing on the ceiling
The calm air
The end of despair
My brown hair seems yellow
My brown eye seems yellow
My brown skin seems to shine
My brown room seems divine
Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 1:19 AM UTC
True,
They say of love.
For a sight of thee is all I long
I long from dusk till dawn
Your sound I carry on
In my fragile heart
Since the very day you sang a song
In a plea my tears shatter
For once then, and now-
It's only you who matter.
Forgotten have I myself
Or have I remembered you for so long,
In laughs, cries, and moments forlorn
It's you , you, and you I mourn.
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 12:27 PM UTC
Staring at the deep blue sky
But with not my deep blue eye
And I still see it, oh my!
Listening to the sharp thunder
But with not my sharp ear
And I don't believe I still hear!
Sensing the lustrous moonlight
But with not my lustrous skin
And I still feel it in!
Writing this beautiful poem
But with not my beautiful hand
And the poem's still not bland !
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 3:11 AM UTC