Apollo! Apollo!
How are you a sun god, making so many mistakes in a row?
For father you have the god of thunder,
You had a chariot of fiery horses yet you make silly blunders,
Is it how it was supposed to go?
For you to be thrown on mortal lands
and criticizing the earthling's stance?
Then negotiating some witty plans
Disturbing people until you regain your stand;
Why did you even anger Zeus beforehand?
Now off you go,
Don't disturb Percy anymore,
Be a happy mortal or find your path
on your own vigour;
Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 8:21 PM UTC
I kept lying to my heart for so long,
Entangling it with the messy
threads of fascination;
Pretending to be an artist
I kept on
Until there was no more of that magical thread;
An incomplete pattern
The conceiver of my shattered hopes and dreams;
But now,
Maybe it will be for the best
To let this thread go,
Let it untangle itself
And create a distant horizon of its own,
And Maybe I should also distant myself
And just let it be,
Now,
With a cup of tea,
The beauty of that artistic horizon
Now only bothers my sense of critic;
Mar 28
Mar 28, 2026 at 7:11 PM UTC
Peace,
Is that you?
Seeping through the midnight mist?
Dancing and glistening with my heart chords
while I play my most cherished playlist?
Only in the midnight,
Too late for prying eyes and
When my fear of you getting infected gets vaporized;
You know,
I found the most fitting corner in this isolated night,
Where I am contemplating the chaos in which
I lost you from my sight;
And all I want now,
is this endless dark soar,
Cause now,
I don’t find you in the breaking dawn anymore;
Then suddenly I remember,
The cause that cost me you;
And this panic, this biting pain again grips me,
That I tried to shush away in daylight with my heart's numbness,
But at least, at this hour
I have you
A blessing,
A balm of coolness
For whatever scars that chaos made.
Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 1:14 AM UTC
Ten minutes of commercial talks
And hundreds of hours of clouding my thoughts
Never knew
my version of you
Would make me this delusional
And I’d become someone connecting dots
Calling it fate
Reflecting the characteristics I used to cringe at;
A conversation of ten minutes
Now where I live I see your people
A shadow of your homeland looms over the buildings
I walk past by;
And Where you went to college
I now go there too
So every step I take
I hear your name ringing in my head
Now they started to show up in my instafeed
With prompts of diamond rings and dreamy weddings.
I also thought of couple of means
To cross paths and name it coincidental meets
So days of conspiring
Weeks of your name in my head, haunting
And months of daydreaming;
Still I wouldn’t call it as something divine as love;
For how can my senses call it love when I know
A sensible person’s most beloved is his Creator;
Then I just did one thing,
I asked my Creator
To make me indifferent to your thoughts and existence
Even if you are to be in my fate
I’d rather not chase it;
Instead
I’ll wait
Not with your thoughts
cause that’d be unfair;
I’d wait with honour and affection in my heart
For that person
whose name was written next to mine
Predating creations and with divine intervention;
Jan 9
Jan 9, 2026 at 6:36 PM UTC
satin black robe, maroon nails,
my cold palms on a colder marble balustrade,
the moon soaked rose garden,
and crying angels of that medieval fountain;
Beethoven creeping in the background
but still my heart didn't strung a sound;
All I did to find inspiration
still I'm going blank for years
words won't splendidly fill my unfinished fiction;
But still I'm here
grasping onto the midnight smoke
trying to give colours to my drunk imaginations;
My tired sighs now wished
that it'd be easy
to come up with words,
a missing lover
or a ballroom ******
or a heartbroken maiden
with empty goblets filling her scars;
anything would do now;
As long as this melancholic sonata goes on,
And before this cooing midnight
disappears into a blinding dawn,
You would find my impassive face
and desperate gaze
capturing floating words
to give a meaning to this new found romanticism;
Aug 26, 2023
Aug 26, 2023 at 1:44 AM UTC
Oh my rose in bell jar!
From time to time I watch you from afar,
Keeping you in my peripheral vision
avoiding the precision
to acknowledge your decaying red;
But I notice
You've become more lively
in this unbearable gray time,
Tell me
is it your favourite crime
to mock my remaining solitude?
Isn't suggesting doubtful hope
to a dying person start of a cruel dispute?
Ah! I've known that cruelty you're trying so hard to resurrect,
You were the witness once
And You know he was the only one
That ever charming prince on a white horse
Seemed like a promising escape from my fancy confinement, eh?
With a swooning smile he bought my hospitality
And I fell in hope,
He claimed he had never seen such a beauty
Oh I wish I told him then
this beauty will last
till her awaited twenty first;
Forbidden to leave the cage
doomed with a witch's rage;
That could've spared me
from this additional catastrophe
of heartbreak;
Let me continue;
Soon shy smiles and secret glances
bloomed into hearty laughs and sensual dances
And I had never felt more beautiful in anyone's presence;
My gloomy fort now welcomed these festive winds
And I giddily waited for my blossoming spring ;
But somebody should've told me that nothing feels bitter
than the failed exchange of hearts ;
You see,
I gave him colours
but with that he painted another visage from his past,
Love rekindled in his heart and it was me left with burns and scars;
But instead of blood there were sparkles
that kept my vision lighted and filled my imaginary with scenes from dreamy novels;
And I got addicted these mocking hopes again;
So, my dear rose in bell jar!
Tell me are these imaginations bewitching you too?
Are you blushing or are you angry? You're being too red to give me a clue;
Mar 18, 2023
Mar 18, 2023 at 7:21 PM UTC
calling out your name in the dark
It's become an excruciating custom now
An unquenchable thirst
daylight stings and moon hovers
dispassionately
over my head
heavy with laments over a fallen crest;
Still I imagine
still I dream
that you'll tune my painful screams
into a hushing lullaby,
with a promise of forever
you'd gift my gloomy tears a twinkling gleam;
But now I'm wearing this blindfold
refusing to see the light outshining this pathetic hope ;
You are not here yet,
Maybe you never will be,
But I'm not ready to move from you yet,
And I doubt that I'll ever will be free
From these painful lumps,
burning eyes
swollen throat
and prickled heart
emptying it's blood,
so slowly that years go by
And I can now feel the quitting of daylight
while my blindfold lets out a long sigh;
as if stating to end
this idiotic nonsense
of tucking heartbreak and love
under these lyrical verse;
Aug 20, 2022
Aug 20, 2022 at 3:06 PM UTC
Candle lights and a day long sigh
Gray evening tea resting by
the journal
which's last page I thought I'd pen today;
But I can't seem to narrate,
today's unfolding
about how the world I knew
Put off it’s last enchanting shred;
And I knew then
I needed a merciful blackout
before the ink of my pen
starts to fade by my fresh tears;
But I never knew when
my hands stopped to listen
And now, pieces of my favourite teacup
on the mosaic,
mirrored my heart, precisely broken;
But its quite strange,
how after seething fury and wounded heart
i still got up ,
buried my face in linen covered pillows
as this sudden tiredness consumed my limbs,
Maybe Lord of the heavens had mercy on me
and granted me this sudden dreamy trance
And made my heart do witchcraft, so intense,
It hypnotised me to immerse myself in the indulgence
of cherishing the unlived memory yet again;
Jun 15, 2022
Jun 15, 2022 at 6:53 AM UTC
If there was a quest for the saddest shade,
I'll gladly give the address of my place,
Never-fading dull and gray;
But Gray,
with a little effort
would give-away the key to a divine delight;
That you hadn't known was always there in white;
The white that was tactfully jeopardized;
If you know gray,
then you know the scent of first rain,
Nostalgic yet refreshing.
If you know a jeopardized white,
you know sadness in disguise
Just like the way you smile
with your stabbed bleeding heart;
May 28, 2022
May 28, 2022 at 1:31 PM UTC
I'm frozen,
And I can see your spirit fade away
The liveliest shimmers of all I've seen,
And I can't do anything;
My heart burning,
Trying to melt my surrounding ice
giving a last try
to catch your glimmers,
Then it gave up
Because it apprehended to be late,
So struggle breathed out;
Then I don't know how long I slept
Maybe hoping to see you in my dreams,
Where we'll go to that street
where we always wanted to be
My rosy flush and your musing gaze
As the wind swept past the starry horizon
with the sparks of pure amaze;
The sweet scent of that blossoming love
I still remember
I watched it go away with my heart surrendered;
Now,
I'm an icy embody;
Witnessing only the passing times,
without hope;
Who could've thought that not getting over means
there's no hope?
Not that I see miles away;
Even if I try to
These icy flakes blocking my way,
I'm too cold to be resurrected now;
May 28, 2022
May 28, 2022 at 11:52 AM UTC