Under the shimmering sun,
fingers intertwined,
We looked at kids with water guns,
running in the blind.
dancing in endless laughter,
Our eyes were drowned;
Yet I can’t see the color
that paints you around.
Alas, I found myself in bed
mourning for the hands;
The ones that were in my head
turned into the sands.
Jul 8, 2025
Jul 8, 2025 at 12:08 PM UTC
Your honey-dipped gaze fixed
On the painted art,
While my blessed eyes were fixed
On the human art.
You praised the artist’s artworks
As the best one yet;
You don’t know all the fireworks
That went when we met.
With your hair perfectly dressed
When you stood right there;
How could that art be the best?
I could say I swear.
Jul 8, 2025
Jul 8, 2025 at 12:07 PM UTC
Once a poet with magical spells,
Floating words out from my hands.
Now I stood still holding blank papers,
Words now withholding to hover.
What’s a man without his worth?
Now I'm just a poet with no words.
Apr 2, 2025
Apr 2, 2025 at 8:18 AM UTC
He is the museum, everyone dreams to see.
He is the music, which was never released.
He is the word, every poet craves to choose.
He is the museum, music and my muse.
Apr 2, 2025
Apr 2, 2025 at 4:48 AM UTC
I looked at a woman who likes a man,
The man who already found his woman.
“Look at them, she is dumb but he is smart”
I despise those types of people with my heart.
“why would you like a man who is taken?”
“just forget him! You must have mistaken”
I have become the woman once I loathed,
Glancing at a man who was hers, I’m loathed.
The only thing that can be done now is pretend,
“Match made in heaven” Saying things I never meant.
Pretending there was nothing that ended;
In actual, my heart needed to be tended.
Apr 2, 2025
Apr 2, 2025 at 4:44 AM UTC
When the night whispers your name
In the darkest room,
I’m back to that trip on train
Watching your smile bloom.
Your hair swaying in the warm breeze
As your eyes sparkled;
At that moment, everything ceased,
But my heart in battle.
Struggling to keep it silent,
Just so you will never know
How my heart wants you this instant,
But I failed to make it go.
I burn for you then and now the same
Like the flaring sun.
When the night whispers your name,
I am left undone.
Apr 2, 2025
Apr 2, 2025 at 3:14 AM UTC
A poet never a poem
How cruel the world is.
To love with words not spoken,
Yet never to be kissed.
A muse how sweet it is to be
to hold a poet’s heart,
to be alive in words not just three,
but exist in the art.
Apr 2, 2025
Apr 2, 2025 at 2:53 AM UTC