A glass box surrounds me.
It’s transparent and opaque.
I can see the outside world,
but can’t leave its confines.
I can see the beauty of the outside world,
and yet it is out of reach.
The walls stop me — not just physically,
but also mentally, in my imagination.
For I see the beauty and the snakes around it.
The walls magnify the snakes for me.
They make me scared of the life outside.
What if the snakes **** me or do something worse?
The wall protects me, right?
But it’s opaque, because others can’t see me at all.
They can see the illusion I create, but not the real me.
They can’t hear my screams of agony or see my tears of pain.
These walls that protected me for the longest time
are now my confines, a prison, my personal hell.
You know what these walls are made of?
My trauma. My pain. My inner critic.
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 5:29 AM UTC
Sponges soak everything
Yet, we blame it for soaking the dirt
never the one who placed it in the dirt
But the sponge who soaked its contents
The sponge looks and feel ***** now
But it is the sponge's fault coz it soaks everything
The sponge should know not to soak the dirt right?
But who will teach the sponge to go against its own nature
For, a sponge only knows how to soak.
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 5:12 AM UTC
When I was younger,
I used to think that if you worked hard and gave your all,
You’d get everything you wanted, and more.
As I grew older, I realised I was wrong.
I’ve come to see that everyone starts from a different line.
Some paths begin with trauma, abuse, or poverty;
Some start without any resources at all.
Life cannot be fair, and it isn’t.
So we cannot compare one person’s story with another.
When I was younger,
I used to think effort alone decides the outcome,
That determination could always turn the tables.
As I grew older, I realised I was wrong.
Every time I achieve something or got what I wanted,
I know there are many variables beyond my control
That shaped the result.
I now recognise the gift of the universe,
An invisible factor, beyond reason,
That silently plays its part.
When I was younger,
I used to think you could control your life,
Change your destiny through sheer action.
As I grew older, I realised I was wrong.
The more you try to control,
The more life slips through your hands.
Learn to let go and surrender,
For life will always go its own way.
Accept all that you have, and be compassionate,
For you never know what the other person is going through,
Or how they really started.
Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 10:08 AM UTC
I know this love is coming
I don't know you, or where you are
But I can sense you in the air
I can feel your calmness in my bones
I know u r not just a figment of my imagination
I know you are very real, maybe from another nation
Till then I will think of you and us
Till destiny writes its way to us.
Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 11:10 PM UTC
The clouds haven’t vanished; they still softly loom,
But a little ray of hope waits beyond the gloom.
Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 6:31 AM UTC
I like to live more in my head than around,
I am an anomaly waiting to be found.
I don't relate much to the drama and gossip around me,
As I do with someone far away, sharing a piece of their heart.
I am a philosopher’s fairytale and a collectivist’s nightmare,
For I choose to question more than comply, for I see more than they would like.
I am also a poet, an artist, a writer, trying to tell my truth,
And I am also an observer and an empath in my youth.
I don't relate much to people around me, for I feel and see more than those in my vicinity;
Thus, I seek my solace in the arms of fellow poets, writers, artists, and the divinity.
For I know people like me exist everywhere,
We don't speak as much with our mouth as with our art—
That's what truly sets us apart.
Oct 24, 2025
Oct 24, 2025 at 6:33 AM UTC
Angry throughout, snappy every second
Sadder more, the winter’s here.
Oct 12, 2025
Oct 12, 2025 at 5:10 AM UTC
I get to go to school and pursue my education, you don't.
I get to wear the clothes of my choice and dance if I want, you don't.
I get to do what I like, and to live my day as per my will, you don't.
I have all the freedom a soul could ask for and want, you don't.
I can choose the masters I want to pursue, you can't.
I can walk freely on the streets and drive the car, you can't.
I can choose to work and bring home money, you can't.
I can express my thoughts freely with my name under, you can't.
I wish things were different, and I am sorry they are not.
I wish you had everything that I do and more, and I am sorry you don't.
I wish that the world were a better place for you, and I am sorry it is not.
I wish I could do something to help, but I don't know what.
I am writing this ode to let you know I see you, I see your strength.
I am writing this ode to let you know I revere your resilience.
I am writing this ode to let you know I look up to your perseverance.
I am writing this ode to let you know I pray for you from the bottom of my heart.
Till then, I will write for you,
For I do believe my pen is mightier than the sword.
The sword of the system and the world that failed you,
And I want you to know, my dear sister, I see you.
Oct 4, 2025
Oct 4, 2025 at 1:18 AM UTC
Empty brain, filled mind,
Hollow heart, beats fast.
Shaky hands, tired arms,
Haunted, lives in the past
Oct 1, 2025
Oct 1, 2025 at 2:32 AM UTC
Sleepless nights, baggy eyes
Head-ache, sleep deprived
Another day and every other night.
Sep 27, 2025
Sep 27, 2025 at 2:56 AM UTC