Uff.. A Sleepyhead
Snoring out loud,
Having a good nap probably?
While he was on his doze unfortunately.
He moved around through streets
All the way straight,
He's enjoying probably?
While he was missing the one around his arms unfortunately.
He stopped at the gate of his favourite cafe,
Seeing his favourite Baked apple Pie,
He stopped to eat probably?
While he needed to share with someone unfortunately.
Lastly he went home,
Being in his room, All neat and tidy—
He mightve turned the music on, enjoying probably?
While he slept on doze again unfortunately.
4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 2:29 PM UTC
A poet and muse can never be together—
And maybe that's why,
A poet becomes A Poet.
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 2:15 PM UTC
Sometimes—
Sometimes we never realises,
We walk far enough to reach the destination,
That maybe never existed for someone else?
We dive into risks so deeply
That people fail to recognise their own strengths?
We fly within ourselves so much,
That we forget what's the peak of loneliness?
People come—
Come with their things,
Do we realise?
We always look for the similarities
Even though fate never copies the EXACT—
At what cost?
Just to find a Perfect way.
Why do we get influenced by others,
Even though they never walked on our path—
The way that melts me into countless emotions,
Infinite strengths and doubts,
Still why do we look for someone's place so much?
We Won,
In being a Loser.
A loser that waited for the moment to shine—
Unfortunately,
The moment was never Luminous.
Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 6:45 AM UTC
What calls an art—a Bad Art?
Didn't think of the existence of any, did I?
In this symphony of melodies, beauty around me,
Whether it belongs to any creature, nature or just one in many.
Wonders how ironic it is...
Who calls the one—a Bad Artist?
The one that is judged by billions?
Judged every moment,
everywhere,
By the people who hide that art underneath materialistic things.
Wonders how hurtful it would be...
What calls a thing—an Art?
The one that is praised by millions of eyes?
I know every eye,
The eye that carries a person,
the person's beauty,
their thoughts,
their euphoria.
Still you dare to hide your scars?
Never knew how it felt,
Until you realise it someday—
The day when you judge yourself the hardest—
When you try to adjust in the crowd,
When you feel inferior in this Imperfect Perfect world.
But no one looked towards the Artist...
And unknowingly,
someone whispers—
"I can't be a Bad Artist for you, my child."
I looked around
Found myself, all alone.
And, I felt—
Truly.
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 11:37 AM UTC
Another day,
After weeks, months, or maybe a year—
You saw me broken, didn’t you?
When life felt heavy again,
When it all felt worthless,
When it felt like being just a Bit*h—
You found me,
In the quietest way of yours—
That fails every law of physics,
That fails every existence of magic,
Just being in your womb of comfort—
To know how it feels, being chosen.
The way you drive the universe like a Maestro—
As if the stars, the lights, dance along your given path,
When these bodies never doubt… who am I to?
All along, I believed I found you,
I questioned the rules, the irony of your creation…
Though you saved me from the worst of mine—
As if it wasn’t me,
But it was the part of yours that found me along.
Apr 13
Apr 13, 2026 at 2:43 AM UTC
Once on a beautiful day,
I sat under an ethereal evening,
Sitting on my favourite chair,
while the sun setting beside,
Just like some Cinematic movie i watch.
The skies driven along—
With the flairs of clouds and some touchings of silver lining,
Maybe the universe wished to paint a little.
Just like my thoughts wandering around,
Through every cell of mine,
Atleast the sky never invites pain.
The thoughts arrives without a warning,
Wearing the mask that hypnotizes me,
As beautiful as the sky I looked upon,
Heading towards the west,
As if it is wearing the dress of Golden Brown.
Some felt I daydreamed,
Some thought I was high,
Some guessed I slept in that moment,
Except the one who lived in that moment.
Lastly, I opened my eyes,
With a small flicker of the same scenery again,
I smiled, whispered—
"I don't want to forget what i missed"
Moving my head,
It was covered with apartments and towers, hard enough to see the sun itself.
Maybe—
I better Stay High all the time.
Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 3:26 PM UTC
You feel the breeze?
The one in the cold, quiet winter…
Sitting near a woodfire, beside someone who feels like home.
Majestic!
You feel the ocean?
The one on a hot, sunlit day…
Warm waves brushing your feet,
with someone standing right beside you.
Adorable!
You feel the twilight?
The one in spring,
when the sky changes it's avatar every minute…
Watching it from a balcony,
with someone meant for your little soul.
Ethereal!
What more could someone ask for—
You earn well,
you look good,
Everything seems in place…
but this?
This finds you on its own,
when life stops feeling like a burden
But more like it's all deeply rooted, deeply real.
And these little moments remind—
how quietly
life becomes beautiful—
Truly.
Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 11:54 PM UTC
It's 2 am...
Everyone's asleep?
I envy this while pitying myself
Something that drives me within,
Not letting me sleep in those beautiful dreams.
What a shame......
Some folks chat the whole night,
Turning their morning in nights and nights into sunshine.
Atleast they've got some people to talk.
How ironic.......
Some drives crazy around the streets of quiet city,
the clubs,
the bars,
or near the Seashore.
Atleast they're lucky to not to be in same room,
bubbling in some overthinking traits.
Why so unfair......
People sharing their body count as if it's some proud achievement.
Atleast they're happy being in,
Unlike here,
Remembering the Eternal beauty of LOVE every night.
Some sleep, some still awake–
No matter how beautiful the night gets,
No matter the quietness you're in,
Something still makes it restless.
It makes me wonder,
How some people win
But, it cost all the way long.
As if win is the another way to loose something.
How ironic.... isn't it?
Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 8:15 AM UTC
The world believes in the shine
A shine the stars carry as they wander,
above you, above me,
perhaps beyond all limits.
Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 1:55 PM UTC