I gave a piece of my empathy
to everybody
and the leftovers
I gave myself.
I asked myself
"Dear, what hurts you?
What stops you
from growing?"
and said goodbye
to all that stood
between me
and who I ought to be.
Sep 17, 2020
Sep 17, 2020 at 3:06 AM UTC
Put your dreams into the locker
They are too precious to display
Learn to live the mediocre
This is life, no school play
There will be no outburst of glitter
When you make it to the end of day
This is simply a reminder
The world does not work as you say
Sep 17, 2020
Sep 17, 2020 at 2:47 AM UTC
A purple berried
White flowered ****
With intricate petals
Placed in pairs of three
Has spread its roots
Deep into my heart
Branched into both halves
Of my brain
I watch it grow in awe,
As the leaves
Branch symmetrically
Simultaneously wince in agony
As the roots
Are tearing through
The very soil
In which they grew
Do I rip out this
Uninvited beauty
And leave myself
Scarred
Or do I
Let it flourish
And eventually
Engulf my being.
Sep 17, 2020
Sep 17, 2020 at 2:40 AM UTC
I sort my drawer
into compartments
for socks, napkins and ties
hoping to make up for
the unsorted pile in my mind
I watch the sunset and sunrise
in attempts to get the closures
and new beginnings
that I never got.
Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 5:21 AM UTC
In my search for happiness,
I found pleasure and prayer,
Satisfaction and abstinence.
How much of it was true
And how much an illusion?
People spoke of balance
But to me it was about
Giving it all up
Or completely giving in.
I decided to give in
But only to the realm within
And yet I could not differentiate
How much of it was true
And how much an illusion.
Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 11:11 AM UTC
My fingers got numb
holding the pen
while I wrote those words
for you to read
Yes, those words that did not even
get the chance
for you to glance
at them
You did not understand
the numbness in my hand
how would you ever understand
the numbness in my mind
That followed after those
words met their fate
and flow down the drain
Makes me wonder
will anybody be numb
once I met
my fate?
Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 11:01 AM UTC
I am so tired
of fearing
potential endings
like 'our resources
will last forever'
can we stop
pretending?
"I will always be
by your side"
What if you wont?
3 new species
in the endangered
list.
The oldest
glacier known,
now turned to mist.
Is it possible
that we come to terms
with our approaching
oblivion
and yet be at peace
with our on going motion?
Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 10:51 AM UTC
If this sobriety, plainness and
feeling of contentedness
Isn't enough
for your ever-hungry eyes
for the bottomless greed
of your mind
Go ahead
and split paths
Try to look
for something better
Meanwhile, I will keep insisting
that the grass under me
is greener.
Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 7:23 AM UTC
Today I apologize to all the people I've wronged,
knowingly or unknowingly.
I apologize to have not used the resources I was blessed with, to the fullest extent.
Today I forgive all those who have wronged me, because
I will not let my inner peace be threatened by their word or deed.
Today I commemorate life.
I accept it as it is.
I accept you as you are.
I accept me as I am.
Flawed.
Without acceptance, there will be no connection.
Without connection, no message will go through.
Without connection, how will there be any correction?
Just like a mother can scold her child, but never a stranger's.
Today I choose to call no memories 'bad'.
Each one of them contributed in my making,
to my understanding
of the world.
Today I will be born again, pure and innocent.
Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 7:01 AM UTC
We have the privilege
to romanticise rain.
We talk about the cold breeze,
the soothing sounds
of falling droplets
and the feelings
that are evoked within us.
However, to some others,
rain simply means
a cold sleepless night.
Rain, to them
is like an uninvited guest,
who finds its way through
cracks and holes
and sits uncomfortably close.
A guest who leaves
only when they please.
To some others
rain is like an old friend
who's face they can no longer
remember.
They don't even remember
the last time they met
because it did not seem
like an incident
that was important enough
to commit to memory.
If only they had known
that it was the last time
in a long time...
And the ones who farm
to feed us all
pray for rain
that is just enough.
Not too less or too much.
And when it pours,
the elixir flows
to quench the thirst of doubts
'will there be yield?'
'will my children eat?'
A reassuring yes.
So, the next time
rain runs towards you
and drenches you
with an affectionate hug,
embrace it
and let it be no stranger.
Jun 20, 2019
Jun 20, 2019 at 5:23 AM UTC