What do you get to be kind?
A tear that never rolls down the cheek;
A mouth that does not want to speak ;
A soul that loves to stay silent;
A smile that is never violent.
What do you get to be kind?
A heart that cares for all;
A voice that is always small;
A brain that curse itself each second;
A feeling of loneliness in the end.
What do you get to be kind?
A sorrow full of broken promise;
A scared human with trust problems;
A person who never gets loyalty;
Always an option and not a priority.
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 5:57 AM UTC
I never wanted to hate me ,
Yet, curse this face everyday.
I loved the way I was,
Yet, want to erase this side of me.
I wished to live longer,
Yet, ended up this way.
I’m begging for death each time I wake,
Yet, seek for hope and I don’t know How?
I should be giving up on myself,
Yet, I say - FUTURE’S GONNA BE OKAY!
Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 3:35 AM UTC
I learned, this morning, that my Grandmère’s tiny,
designer tote is a ferriday bag.
Mary, Mary, are you worried?
What does your browser know?
Your clicks, your likes
your secret midnight swipes,
are those things others should know?
What about the things you buy,
the posts you read, your favorite feeds,
the secrets you type, then backspace zap,
are tracked, like the buttons you tap.
Your ephemeral searches, the links you try,
uneraseable, without the reasons why.
It stores your trail, reads your mail,
with ever watchful digital eyes.
Mary, Mary, have a cookie.
What does your cell phone track?
The trips you plan, the maps you scan,
your location with accuracy GPS,
friends you text, the songs you select.
The news you read for ‘free,’
the streams you prefer to see.
Our gadgets know our rhythms
and feed the hungry algorithms
which sell our interests bit by bit,
and tweak the clever, coded rules
that predictively model your moves
before they’re consciously known to you
pushing that valuable data to Internet databases.
Mary, Mary, quite uneasy, what do your gadgets do?
they connect you to the world and the world to you,
They tease and ****** you but they also **** you.
Those apps - with your permission - watch and listen
to things you say, people you know and places you go.
.
.
Songs for this:
Cookie by NewJeans
Private Eyes - the bird and the bee
Jan 26
Jan 26, 2026 at 11:27 PM UTC
We are not friends
We are not neighbours
We are not classmates
We are just strangers
But still
Can I ask your name?
You help everyone in pain
You are like an umbrella in rain
Neither I’m in pain
Nor you and me are same
But still
Can I ask your name?
I feel we’ve already met before
I wanna know you more
You are the seashore and I am a boat
Which gets separated with a single wave
But still
Can I ask your name?
Jan 26
Jan 26, 2026 at 12:56 PM UTC
How do I explain?
It's not trauma or the people,
it's my broken shattered dopamine receptors.
How do I say
that I am the horrifying backstory of my family linage,
that I only look better from far
that I am tolerable as long as I stay as a concept.
How do I explain me?
Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 3:58 AM UTC
Its been a while
I was not active .
Maybe lost somewhere
‘Cause the schedule was hectic .
Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 3:29 AM UTC
“They keep singing the whole night,
Those crickets, my friend.
But no human ever joins them.
They keep blinking the whole night,
Yes, the stars, my friend.
But no human comes to join them.
No one cares if they cry in loneliness.
Yet they are there to support you,
Whenever life turns into a mess.
I see all sad eyes staring at him—
You know, I’m talking about the moon.
And the time when you feel so low,
I know, it’s the noon.
They’re my friends,
But humans ignore them.
Still , I talk to you ;
Though I know they may offend.”
The sky spoke with a sigh…..
I was shocked to hear that—
Sounded like a story’s track.
I used to think nature was shy…
I had so many questions, always asking why?
And now I know why they hide.
I found all my answers
Talking to the night sky.
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 11:47 AM UTC
Hope?!
Yes , it’s something.
I’ve heard humans discovered it.
Yet ! I don’t feel a similar thing.
Well ! Maybe I’m built differently.
I should just focus on me.
I should stay healthy.
And , it’ll be best to avoid staying free.
I’m working for myself.
Humans have nothing to do with it.
They should think about themselves.
Still what all this is ?
Am I really a human?
Never mind , I’ll prove them wrong.
I know I’m better than a normal man.
I’ma train hard to be strong.
Yes! I can do it.
And, I will do it!!
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 11:44 AM UTC
Are these words
Or your soul,
Written with ink
Or the blood which is not bold?
Bush of roses
Or are a lily that is torn?
Living in the present
Or focused on things unknown?
Believer of love
Or a hater of your own?
Is that you, in the storm?
One of those walking on the thorns?
Are these tears
Or your loneliness explained,
Full of fear
Or full of pain?
Dancing in sunshine
Or hiding in the rain?
Very complicated
Or as simple as a plain?
Suppressed by regrets,
Or imprisoned by the blames?
Is that you, in the game?
Restricted by the thoughts of your brain?
Aug 24, 2025
Aug 24, 2025 at 1:39 PM UTC
I thought I wasn’t enough,
Then got to know it was just my illusion.
Things don’t work on its own ;
You gotta do it , ignoring confusion.
Trusting yourself is all you need.
Learning and implementing is the best fusion.
I won’t say it’s easy.
I won’t say I ain’t weak.
But I know, I’m brave.
Dreams are all that I seek.
Now, I keep learning new,
Without blaming me.
This makes me feel so free.
Just few words; Few smiles.
No doubts; No lies.
I guess, This is the real
description of a happy life.
Aug 12, 2025
Aug 12, 2025 at 11:15 AM UTC