universe has sorely kind inclination towards poets,
stars crumble in their rib cages,
their hearts are enlightened,
hope ingrained in their crowns,
courage sprouts from their bones,
what are they fed on?
words that they pick up from life’s vendor table,
stories carved in hued hands of time,
a realm set in their mind,
drifts them where there is life,
a garden full of lilies and fairy lights,
beneath the darkness of the breathing sky,
acquainted with the stars they get scattered,
or be one as sun and bless,
as composed as the silence of oceans,
and as loud as breaking of their waves.
Zokhlo—
Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 2:15 AM UTC
You were like that kid,
afraid of the dark but still living,
sneaking and hiding there
until caught by your lovely little lies.
Zokhlo—
Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 1:06 AM UTC
Her thoughts are like a hurricane—
lifting her from the ground of sanity
and tossing her among the rubble of darkness.
Zokhlo—
Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 1:05 AM UTC
Say that you don't need
just sunlight and water, because
you're more than a sunflower.
Zokhlo—
Jul 23, 2025
Jul 23, 2025 at 3:58 AM UTC
In the light of thy moon eyes,
thy heart screamed the depths of oceans,
while your tongue turned to stone,
bleeding words.
Zokhlo—
Jul 23, 2025
Jul 23, 2025 at 3:55 AM UTC
You are on the way
to drowning in the abyss
this world is going to offer you.
Zokhlo —
Jul 20, 2025
Jul 20, 2025 at 3:17 AM UTC
Thy little eternity
awaits you a few more breaths,
and a few more sunsets
before it gets dark.
Zokhlo—
Jul 20, 2025
Jul 20, 2025 at 3:06 AM UTC
And like a bird,
I perched on the branch of a tree,
calling it home
when I had nothing
to build home with.
Then, I flew into the air,
believing I'd fly forever.
Zokhlo—
Jul 10, 2025
Jul 10, 2025 at 4:46 AM UTC
And we dreamt
until our eyes
became sore from slumber.
Zokhlo—
Jul 10, 2025
Jul 10, 2025 at 3:51 AM UTC