Loyalty cannot be a compromise,
It cannot be a disservice to yourself,
With your relations-mother, father, siblings, child you are blood bound and will always be loyal,
Everyone else is up for play.
Loyalty is a give and take,
It is organic and not something you have to think about,
It goes when a relationship takes shape,
Different from what you thought it will be.
Loyalty has to be earned every single day,
Though the actions you take, through the choices you make,
A compromise in life is not loyalty,
If you want to be authentic, be loyal to yourself,
And that would be a beauty.
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 3:52 PM UTC
She was only 14,
Things she knew and felt and did not say.
The mum was carried away.
By a man not her own, who stubbornly stayed in the zone.
The father who said nothing most times, he looked away, sometimes he screamed, other times he watched with an amused face.
She watched mum and dad and kept it all in.
She liked the other man and was fond of him.
The passive energy at home, she needed an escape.
Along came a frog, dressed like a prince and whisked her away.
He treated her like a princess and she found faith.
Almost like her parents who worshipped her once.
What she did not realise was that she was swept away and becoming weaker than strong.
4 years of her life she gave him with the parents playing their drama in the background.
Mum liked her out of the way and was impressed with the pseudo prince who reminded her of the man she couldn’t have.
It took 2 more years for her to walk away while she watched the prince turn into the frog he was.
6 years of her foundation she lost, but she never realised it.
6 years of what he did to her while she lost trust.
She got up, brushed off the dust and began where it all left off.
Did she really escape?
Nope that is really where the unraveling began…
Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 1:01 PM UTC
There is so much to say before we go,
Our separate ways
I thank you for seeing
I thank you for being
I thank you for coming into my life
It made me feel alive
In a moment it was gone
I have been torn
The intensity I felt, I could never tell
The love and devotion was my singular emotion
But at some point it needs to stop
Cause the irony of geometry is not lost
We are parallel lines
Hard to define
We will never stop walking but we can never unite
I will applaud you always from far away
And I promise there will always be space
I’ll keep you in my heart and throw the key away
I’ll return to you every now and then, maybe it will fade
In an alternative universe you and I would unite and be unstoppable and fight for each other and always be on the same side
In this life it isn’t meant to be, maybe we’ll meet again on the next flight.
I’ll love you always and keep the light
Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 7:18 PM UTC
It’s very visual in my mind,
The place where you go to hide.
The place where you recess to process,
To separate and take a break.
It’s a glass dome made with glass very very thick,
In the middle of a forest,
Where I exist.
It’s a place I cannot breach,
It’s a place where I stand and try to reach.
I bang on the dome,
I stand out and cry,
But you are absorbed in your own reveries.
I try to throw stones to get your attention, but you are not even aware of my existence,
Then I turn and walk away.
Because there is no reaching you today.
I’ll come back again tomorrow and maybe you would’ve broken free of the glass dome that blocks what you should see.
Feb 3
Feb 3, 2026 at 4:18 PM UTC
My mind is a place
Where worlds collide
It’s a place where evil and good both reside
It’s a place of what ifs and a place with cul de sacs
It’s a place of beauty, hope, idealism, mental derision, fantasies and realms of possibilities.
It’s a place where I live,
And think there is so much to give.
Feb 3
Feb 3, 2026 at 4:08 PM UTC
We flounder and we fall,
We learn and then we stand tall.
In 2025 we took huge leaps of faith.
We burned what was old,
And set ourselves on a path to find gold.
We rebuilt our selves,
New identities,
Brushed off the dust,
Of what no longer serves us.
Let’s reset and find sunshine,
Let’s slowdown and not be swept in the rush,
Let’s toast to what’s beyond,
And smile and celebrate what is already ours.
Dec 29, 2025
Dec 29, 2025 at 3:27 PM UTC
Make beauty with your pain,
Create-turn it into light,
Make it something bright,
Each, a story to be told.
Pour yourself and your life into creating,
Be it poetry or objects or art,
Begin at the start,
Never stop,
It’s your life,
Fight,
Fight through the pain,
The best minds are born then.
When it’s raw,
Let it drive you,
Push harder when it hurts the most.
It’ll heal,
And add gleam,
And hope to you and those around you,
Turn it into a trophy of your love and all you feel.
Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 6:32 PM UTC
Sometimes time runs,
Sometimes it stands still,
Sometimes it moves, sometimes it wilts.
Is there peace in the stillness or you see it all?
You ponder how it might end
You will stand or you will fall
Will you be content or regret
Who knows what it might be
You wish you could see that far
You wish you would know before the end starts
You see yourself a certain way
Will it be that or will it be some other way
The yellow dress,
The water
The radiance
Is it in my mind?
Or I walk towards it to make it mine?
Does every step count
Or is it just passing time
Should you pivot and accept
That fate is not yours
Or should you push to "manifest"
You want it ALL
You want it call out to you like you pine for it
Should you push
Cause that is what they call life
Or should you put it to rest?
Oct 30, 2025
Oct 30, 2025 at 4:40 PM UTC
No beginning and no end,
The storm of feelings unfelt,
The storm of voices unsaid,
The storm of what it would mean to touch,
The storm of maybe feeling the rush.
The storm of looking into the eyes,
The storm of exploring the depths inside,
The storm of waiting to let go,
The storm that wants to ebb and flow,
The storm that doesn't abate,
The storm that rages behind the gates.
Oct 30, 2025
Oct 30, 2025 at 4:14 PM UTC
The juxtaposition of danger and safety,
The excitement you feel with the haste,
You hold back,
You move forward,
Cause it’s a straight line,
It isn’t gray, although it may seem,
It is black and white,
To fulfil your desires, to bring happiness,
To bring magic, to bring a wholeness to your life,
You want more, you want depth, you need to connect, to get to the bottom of it,
There is plenty to say, plenty to examine,
Plenty in the depths of your soul,
You give in…
You seek the pleasure you cannot ignore…
You disconnect to connect with yourself, cause you always want to be on a path to explore,
You don’t want to be held back, you need to seek and find out what runs deep,
Danger and safety are two sides of a coin and you realise you are water that cannot bind,
You need to flow,
You don’t need the ground below or a ceiling to hold you back,
You were born to be free,
And not live and slip through the cracks
Jun 26, 2025
Jun 26, 2025 at 4:57 PM UTC