When was the last time you saw morning light?
When your mouth wasn’t dry and eyes not crying?
When you hadn’t wasted five hours scrolling in time?
When was the last time you wanted to smile?
Feb 24, 2024
Feb 24, 2024 at 11:00 PM UTC
Perhaps sea was a woman,
Who lost all her hopes,
And drowned in the pool of her own tears,
Suppressing herself to depths unknown,
Sprinkled by her pacified soul.
Perhaps sea was a fair lady,
Who was only appreciated for her color!
Apr 16, 2021
Apr 16, 2021 at 2:43 AM UTC
The thing about growing up is,
We form our rigid selves,
We bend our souls and morals as children,
And as adults we deny them.
We'd see a beggar beg and ignore his cries,
We'd see a kid pry and yet somehow walk by,
And somehow while growing up among all this,
We lose the capacity to listen high.
As adults our brim is so full,
That we loose our ability to listen.
Apr 15, 2021
Apr 15, 2021 at 1:03 PM UTC
I tend to romanticize,
I romanticize friendships and love and all relations,
Makes them a little more than what they seem,
Doesn't it?
And maybe that's what the flaw of romanticizing life is,
Once you start romanticizing it you ignore the practicality,
That the real-life beholds,
One part of you stuck at the expectations,
And other tries to avoid the befalling of this little kingdom,
Your mind survives in,
So you romanticize bad memories too,
As if you were really dead every second someone scolded you,
Or crumpled your ***** of life,
And in this loop of romanticizing, you end up hurting everyone,
So you tell yourself to wake up,
You force yourself to be awake,
And when you finally are,
You see there never has existed a premise,
Where you were playing your orchestra.
Jan 2, 2021
Jan 2, 2021 at 11:05 PM UTC
How can I not feel lost,
When the world is new and no one talks,
Or listens to what I say,
Where do I go when no one accepts,
Not even me!
Where do I fly,
When my wings are cut,
When I have succumbed
to my own vulnerability.
May 29, 2020
May 29, 2020 at 12:58 PM UTC
Faults and faults,
That is all they see,
It is like it is always my mistake,
Something they always breed,
From looking at a distance,
What seemed so quiet,
Was nothing but distorted,
Still they squeal and squeal,
Maybe its all an illusion,
Something they all have misperceived!
Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 10:15 AM UTC
These words are blank verses of my own,
They carry no soul without my tone,
I believe they have been lost somewhere,
In my crumpled life and my furrowed head.
I approach back to this,
I call it my heaven of peace,
Where I am not judged,
For my contemplation of the perceived.
But lately its suffocating my soul,
My own grace has left my dome,
Now my words don't rhyme,
Not that I care,
But where do I vent,
When my head is muddled,
It has forgotten its art,
Forgotten its job,
I want to write again,
I want to express,
The way I used to,
The words I sung,
From deep within my soul,
They sung I swear,
But the art is lost now,
And my soul feels doomed,
Like a witch who has just been shot in its broom!
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 11:18 AM UTC
If dark is so bright and so pure and so naive,
Then dark is what I want,
What I want and desire,
and suffice in me,
What I want to cure my crave,
Through the curves of innocence and words unspoken,
Through the politeness of the laugh,
The words and works of the purely courageous,
The big hearted and lovely person you are,
And where to start and what to say of the love you share with the doomed in ways,
The curing and healing by your starring eyes,
The glare of that wondrous smile,
A wanderer in the race of players,
The guide I wish I could steal,
That perfect eveything that you carry,
In the treasure box inside your peels,
Inside your peels, Inside your skin,
Is an angel poured from Lord’s brim,
A pretty soul, A stupid chum,
The thing I have fallen for is the cherubin’s grim.
What beauty I speak I wish I could show,
Coz every time I see you,
I see a world of Jovial.
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 1:12 AM UTC
Appearances aren't always true,
If they were, then i would never trust you,
For your appearance reminds me of some brute,
But your heart is like a child's; innocent and mute.
"Extroverted" at first sight I thought,
So confident and loud and friendly; what not,
Until I went through your shelves unsought,
Which filled in secrets and hidden chaos.
Fooling yourself with a golden heart,
In love with the beauty who reflects your past,
Unraveling yourself through knowing her cast,
Spells unbound by the cupid's shot.
Optimism is your sunshine,
The one I praise the most in your shrine,
You give hope and spread benign,
But forget to feed yourself at times.
Beaming grin that you have says,
That you are dauntless and courageous and brave,
Hiding pains and broken days,
You live in the present in the presence of the may,
A devil with a halo,
A Satan with some wings,
Hiding a lot from your own shadow,
A box of potential, full of bling.
Indeed a friend I will call you,
You help me out, showing me the truth,
Not denying your annoying ruth,
But that's a part of you, a beautiful suit!
I could write a thousand words,
Yet never explain,
The skin deep beauty that you pervade,
Just a simple note to your brain,
Never underestimate your glowing game!
Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 11:39 PM UTC
Dwindling clumsily with the winds,
On a sunny day,
Singing rhythms of positivity,
In a synchronized wave,
Talking with the colours they carry,
So refreshing,
Pure a way,
Blooming like the flower blooms,
In merry hopeful ways.
Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 1:11 AM UTC