In the distance,
A vivid vision.
Nearby, misty decisions.
Captured by fog,
Conquered by thoughts,
A foreign land
With spells so pure— too good too right.
I wonder
If they were spells
Or curses underneath.
Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 10:11 AM UTC
" I would rather want the pain that holds peace than the happiness that holds chaos."
Dec 12, 2025
Dec 12, 2025 at 6:36 AM UTC
Whenever I reminisce those days,
The memory haunts with an unexpected turn
Thinking that it was the one to be remembered
And yet the fragility governs the reign.
It gives a bittersweet taste,
The taste I never meant to taste
And they made the memories more memorable.
Memorable only in that way.
The way I never meant to pave.
Some memories earn a bittersweet taste,
You want to remember and forget.
Yet you can't do either of it.
Cause it's a Memory
And it forever remains.
Dec 12, 2025
Dec 12, 2025 at 3:41 AM UTC
(not a poem but some untold chaos)
I was not attached, I was attached to the feelings, the familiarity, the thought of having someone with whom I can be close enough to empty the burden of my heart.
But amidst all this, I forgot that people are the most unpredictable beings.
They sometimes without realising or understanding become that versions of themselves, you never meant to accept.
The air gets thick with confusion and the clarifying lines get blurred. Understanding someone is common but fully understanding about what actually they are is a rare pie in the mist of pan cakes.
Having friends is common, even the true ones. But a one with constant familiarity is rare. Sometimes they act as if you are the only one and later they would say the same things to someone else. It's so easy to say things , to make someone feel special for a second without realising the aftermath.
The thought that someone will read all of these haunts me ( I write in diary and people around keeps checking ) but I barely care about it anymore because even if they read they will never be able to comprehend my feelings, my thoughts which are beyond the words (very beyond).
Even me who is suffering from PMDD can't withstand that shift people shows. Although I shift more than them.
Was never wanted, only a burden, a sweet one.
Maybe that's why I never find people or maybe I comprehend too much ignoring how self centred I am.
I talk about others without realising how inconsistent I, myself am when it comes to relations.
Although changed, seeking someone still remains the same.
Why though?
Is that the stimulation I crave
Or
The warmth it gave?
Dec 11, 2025
Dec 11, 2025 at 11:39 PM UTC
No wonder you are just an illusion,
Forming a shape
Making it hard to believe,
That once you were just a shade.
Mocking and mimicking
My fantasies
That were merely and truly,
Tales of yours
In the orchid of mine.
Apr 27, 2025
Apr 27, 2025 at 9:27 AM UTC
Long ago there stood some mystery
Waiting to be explored
Down the trough,
Up the crest,
Where in nothing cremated.
Then forcibly drawn
To accept and reject,
The truth
The unfoldings of life.
:)
Apr 24, 2025
Apr 24, 2025 at 8:38 AM UTC
What could be more worst than this?
Alright.
Alright.
Alright.
:)
Jan 23, 2025
Jan 23, 2025 at 11:13 AM UTC
Went out to explore the nightfall
The sky blooming in rage
Crawlng and coming closer
Moving with all might
Knowing nothing about the scars
Scared to uphold a knife
To pierce through the pain
That are all divine
No caress around
Only the victims surround
Till the final trial
Until the final war.
Nov 20, 2024
Nov 20, 2024 at 8:43 AM UTC
Its hard to recall
The first time we met,
When the eyes locked
And lips trembled to say.
Then again I still cherish
The last day
When our eyes locked,
Hands brushed,
Lips trembled,
To say bye
Without the good
Nov 18, 2024
Nov 18, 2024 at 7:29 AM UTC