Ice melted
As it melts more
From the earthiest warm
From Purest heat
It keeps making my heart ache
On and on
Your shiny eyes
and warming presence
The invisible caressing
Keep on frowning my breath
Uttering only upto ur name
Making me feel
Safe ,
home.
Your similing glitters
Catch my lips dancing
Bothways ,
cheeks dares my
Hand it to hold it
Feel it
Pull it
And kiss it
Your eyelashes,
Politely pushes my
Eyebrows,
eyelids up
Admiring urging
To bring my eyes
Too close to yours,
Touching both of our eyelashes :
Blinking ,
Maybe to the end of it
Till the song plays ?
The day when my fingers
Touch yours
my palm kisses your palm
my thumb tightly hugs yours,
When I can slide my fingers
On your pretty nails
While I kiss ur dorsum
Your brownish hairs
I want to be covered
Tip to toe
Like a blanket
'Skin to my skin'
I want to smell it
Slide my fingers
Inside it,
play with it
Comb it
And drown
I am lost
Because
How come those
Red lips
Feel like a loving starfish
And a tempting peache
At the same time,
Somehow I keep seeing it,
Keep urging it
To softly bite it
Keep it seated on
My own lips
Consume mine
And let me grow on yours.
Holiday
That's what I want
Seated
Listening to your
Voice all day
Those soft
Funny chukles
Laughs and
Cute accent
And pair it with a piece of bread
Because it feels
Sweet soothing like honey
Never gonna lose its
Importance
Living on centuries
But I just want it
Only through my small human life.
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 2:25 PM UTC
The statue moved—
now he faces south.
The statue is he
because he couldn't move,
Or statue he became
because he stopped moving?
He is a statue
because he is dead
Or is he a statue
before he could die.
Stopped
Trapped
Tied
Captured
in cement.
He can get his eyes wet
only when it rains,
Rocks are his scarf
and pebbles all he wears.
Hundreds of years he is still
with his spot,
Thousands of couples,
only he is to rot.
Rovers come and they ask
"What's his story, why is he there?
Facing south."
The young kids
come and they ask,
"He was a man,
everyone loved him
so he was saved
just before he fell"
"Fell? Where"
He was bright
so we had to keep him alive
just before he could die,
just before he took his last breath,
We took his heart
with our hands,
and blew our breath
into his lungs
But our breath turned
his red blood
to shrink and blacken,
he turned
to ash
crystal
fragile
almost like a rock.
Decades slowly to halve and fracture
We moved him to the outskirts
when city life grew cold
It became
a dining spot
a romance spot
a never-ending knot
a marriage court
Years and years
And suddenly
it turned from north to south
As if someone moved it
we planted cement to his body
where he could stand
not moving again.
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 2:32 AM UTC
zoned out
lying till my bus blinks its lights;
so chilled air
soft moist grass
maybe 2 more minutes
I may leave
but
who cares
I am just staring more
cloudsmoving stargasping treeswaving moonbeaming
until my eyes are softly mixed unblinking
even starhastling on my lid's tapestry.
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 8:23 AM UTC
I am taking a break
I am not getting back
Till I feel a strong urge to do so.
Feb 18
Feb 18, 2026 at 1:16 AM UTC
Wide eyed girls
– A category?
Awe, it’s when
they squint their lids,
quite different,
I guess?
Normally
they would curve
their eyeballs large,
squish neck and pull head,
with an open mouth
and raised eyebrows.
And the problem is when
they wear sunglasses—
it’s like Mona Lisa
cutting her own lids off
just to lose eyebrows later.
And what about
the men with downward smile?
Normally you would smile upward,
a perfect skateboard leeward.
They give a juvenile scent
suffering from old-age,
inherently jaw fall,
muscly secant,
quite hard to say
when it’s sarcastic.
And their problem?
They laugh,
while smiling—
they just feel like Laughing Buddha,
but ones from Shaolin.
Sheesh—
wide eyed girls
and their downward smile men.
Dec 7, 2025
Dec 7, 2025 at 12:46 PM UTC
The thing
I was chasing,
all the time
I was facing—
yeah, it’s changing.
When it just
got me dreaming,
but just
not remaining.
And what’s screaming—
no,
just not a feeling;
makes my head spinning.
Oh, it’s screaming,
it’s alarming,
must be the morning.
Keeps creeping,
keeps shouting—
When it happens,
Just
Let
It
Happen.
Dec 5, 2025
Dec 5, 2025 at 2:33 PM UTC
I think I lost my style
A loss in spark.
maybe it wasn't mine
From the beginning.
Sep 20, 2025
Sep 20, 2025 at 1:59 PM UTC
I, you, me, we, us, they, them
He, she, her, him.
Everything is in a circle.
“Them” is in another,
“We” is in where we are in.
He is in his circle,
As she is.
How many circles are you in?
How far can you let them exist?
The farthest one, probably,
Is being human.
But “I” is closest to me—
And everyone has their own “I,”
Where no one else can come
But them.
Each “I” is born with one circle.
As it grows, others bend it—
Overlooked, shamed, denied.
A thousand more circles
Can be drawn around you.
But no one needs a circle
Once broken into ellipse.
Aug 26, 2025
Aug 26, 2025 at 11:09 PM UTC
I used to care for little things.
I used to stare at her — for anything.
Her presence — a quiet warmth.
Her beauty, engraved with moral sense.
I searched for her,
Desiring… something.
Like loving summer,
Even when it wasn’t the season.
Why can’t I feel now?
Why can’t I see now?
I lied.
Not to her —
To myself.
Camouflage.
Pretending.
Hiding the real me
Behind polite smiles
And the fantasy
Of her fragrance.
The wind passed.
She didn’t.
And I —
I only needed to breathe
That one moment.
That moment to live,
Not merely pass through.
Why can’t I lie now?
Why can’t I breathe now?
I used to do anything for her.
I used to feel too much.
Sad.
Emotional.
Mad.
Human.
I used to dream of you.
And in dreaming,
I forgot
Which part was real.
Why can’t I be mad now?
Why can’t I be sad now?
Why can’t I dream now?
Why can’t I feel now?
Then — that night.
She stood
On the bow of the boat,
Hair caught in wind,
Hands folded,
Lips soft with mist,
Moonlight whispering on her skin.
The sea slashed the port.
The wind howled through silence.
The stars stood still.
She stepped forward.
Closer,
Closer,
And closer —
Until her breath became words:
“A good dreamer you are,
Beloved.”
Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 9:51 AM UTC