Hidden heart
in a cage
built of loneliness,
and sad bricks
far away
where skies and
oceans meet.
Its starved
cause it demands
too much.
Ripped apart,
stitched alot
to bear
miseries again.
Leaked and smelled
of sweet honey
that could drown
enemies in love,
squeezed dry
to pour
in loveless hearts.
Rotten and reeks
of tears
that cries no more,
and scars
that darkens
day after day.
The heart feels
pale, almost gone,
and afraid
of the torture
it would suffer next.
The wooden rods—
only home
the heart's ever known,
clueless of
the moon's face,
and the colors
the sky wears.
Not even one aware
of the air
it breathes
in a caged room
heavy of sorrow
and grief.
The routes to the island,
the key to the caged gate—
none found,
never made.
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 5:41 PM UTC
My dreams were burning,
evaporating into the thin air,
screaming for help.
Their eyes innocent as infants
pleaded to not let go,
to hold on to their soul.
I couldn't put the fire off.
I couldn't save them.
They rain down my eyelashes and cheeks.
I want them to come back to me.
Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 7:57 AM UTC
He accused me of a crime,
a crime so impure my soul almost puked on me.
It settled on my skin like a verdict
written with permanent ink.
No eraser can ever erase it,
no pen can ever rewrite it,
no king can undo it.
You believed me that I am untouched
was a false truth I built my identity on.
I collapsed when you handed me the real tale of myself,
a tale I didn't know I live into—
a ***** disgusting one.
It makes my skin sink into the colorless pit
of endless shame,
as if peeking out would burn me,
as if breathing out the pit would suffocate me.
You were so beloved to me—
I held you dear,
until I realized you never trusted me.
Don't take me wrong— I don't hate you,
I would never.
You just don't exist anymore.
It hurts.
But you're gone
and I don't want you to return.
Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 7:07 AM UTC
Mother, I want to rest in your hugs,
I have gone blind searching for your touch.
My ears are burning,
could you soothe it with your sweet hums?
I yearn to be next to your heart, O mother,
just like my brothers and little sisters.
Your lap cradles them to sleep
with a smile so pure I almost melt—
but when I lay my head,
frustration fills your eyes.
I wish I could be one of them whom you love.
Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 6:30 PM UTC
I want to dig the ground hollow.
I want to tear apart the skies.
I want to find my home.
I have been trying to mould a home
out of dead walls and lights–
pretending to be alive.
Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 5:00 PM UTC
The numbers on the wall clock drowned
in the sand and the seas .
Dreams left without traces;
without goodbye notes.
I ask the oceans if they hid the numbers;
neither knew.
I ask the streets the address to my dreams;
they don't know either.
I am lost.
I don't know if its the sun or the moon in the sky,
I don't know if I should take a U-turn or go beyond.
Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 4:42 PM UTC
I miss you;
Mother, father.
Although we sleep in the same nest,
eat from one tree,
chitter on that thick branch that blooms with green leaves,
I still miss you.
On the same grass we walk;
your feet on cloudy grass,
mine exiled from the skies and stars.
Under the graceful moonlight we rest;
your moon so beautiful, as if ocean polished it,
mine never whole, as if sick of the feathers I wore.
You build the nest for me.
It's so strange; I breathe the same air as you
but couldn't fly to the greenish clouds you walk upon,
never smelled the moon that leaks the innocent perfume.
God, I tried, I tried to hold your hands,
but maybe I was a lazy coward terrified of staining your hands,
or perhaps I was never allowed to hide beneath your shadows.
You are king and queen,
I, a servant beside you
and I still miss you.
Where are you?
I love you both.
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 3:46 PM UTC
Would you have the same glittering, loving eyes
you have for your son
if I were one?
Would your heart soften and trust
if I committed the sins
as your son did?
Tell me—
why do you have me
when you can’t love me as your own?
Of course, my being aches to be a boy.
Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 3:14 PM UTC
I guard your honour at the cave gate,
in a forest full of wolves and vultures,
alone and afraid.
I wait for you,
and all you do is accuse me
of stealing what I try to save.
Guess, I resign.
I will fade in the cities.
Feb 26
Feb 26, 2026 at 4:03 PM UTC
You told me I am unworthy of love,
and now you want me to love you.
How do I take you to its door?
I don't have the map.
Feb 26
Feb 26, 2026 at 3:09 PM UTC