Once again, for the umpteenth time, you sit across from me in this empty chair
I come with shame, head hung low, I can no longer bear
God, how are you just sitting there, so unaware?
You look at me, gaze ice-cold, pretending you even care
Your eyes, ever so distant, lost in a silent stare
I'm sitting here, shaking, with unspoken words in the air
Opened my mouth, truth's glaring, but I just cannot seem to share
Each passing moment, suffocating in silence, making it harder to declare
That in you, my love, I’ve found all the answers to my prayer
Feb 7, 2024
Feb 7, 2024 at 9:20 AM UTC
I wish we've never met;
Then I wouldn't have to constantly search for you
In everyone I meet
For each new face I encounter
Wouldn't stir the need in me to scrutinise
Hoping to find traces of you
In the unfamiliar discomfort.
I wish we've never met;
Then I wouldn't have to go on living
A day without you
Days wouldn't feel like a relentless battle
Consciously fighting the urge to reach out to you
Each dawn wouldn't bring the sting of your absence
Each dusk wouldn't feel so empty without your presence.
I wish we've never met;
Then maybe my nights wouldn't be haunted
By dreams of you
My subconscious mind would not be mocking me
With visions of what used to be
But now will never be
My reality now as bitter as my dreams.
If I could turn back time,
I'd revisit the exact moment right before our paths intertwined
I'd choose a different road where we wouldn't collide
I'd choose to avoid having your name etched into my heart
I'd choose to spare us the pain of meeting right from the start.
But if we had never met,
I would have missed the chance to experience a love like this
I would never have tasted the sweetness of your lips in every tender kiss
I thank you for being the inspiration in my pen
For in you, my love, my words find their home again.
Still, how I wish we had never met;
I probably wouldn't know such depths of sorrow
The echoes of your laughter wouldn't haunt my tomorrows
Perhaps the stars would have aligned in a different way
And I wouldn't find myself beneath this constellation...
Wishing you'd be here to stay.
Jan 31, 2024
Jan 31, 2024 at 8:54 PM UTC
From the river to the sea
From the mountains to the trees
From their laughter to their screams
Palestine will be free
From the sunsets by the quay
From the valleys by the bay
Come what may
Palestine will find its way
Through the boycotts and the rallies
Through the poets' written pleas
Through the journalists' captured reels
Palestine will be free
With the mothers and the bread
With the fathers and the bags
With the children and their cats
With Him who made us all
Israel will fall
They will scamper through the night
Head hung in shame in silent flight
We'll come out victorious in our fight
All the martyrs they will rise
All your deeds will testify
We'll see an end to this killing spree
Humanity will prevail, eventually
From the river to the sea
Palestine will be free.
Jan 24, 2024
Jan 24, 2024 at 4:27 AM UTC
Fell for your seraphic voice
Convinced by your ingratiating words
Those lips, **** kissable, they carry lies
Those eyes, **** dreamy, promising forever
But ever so lurking for another
You ****** up person.
Got no one to blame but my myopic self
Thought I was cognisant of reality
Pardon me. I am, still, a naive fool
This eagerness to get out of perpetual disconsolate state
Had erroneously convinced me you were my soulmate
You ****** up person.
Chivalry is ******* dead
Cry me a river, chivalry is indeed dead
I bet you'd beg to differ
You would never agree
Why would you agree?
You ****** up person.
So, go on. Write about me in your diss track
Your words, to me, now, mere knick-knack
Talk smack about me behind my back
Buy out allies with your yackety-yak
Spare me no whack from your attack
You ****** up, ****** up_, person.
Jan 15, 2024
Jan 15, 2024 at 12:49 AM UTC
I keep telling myself that I’m better off without you,
Yet I lie awake at night missing you.
I keep telling myself that I’ll find someone new,
Yet I lie awake at night missing you.
I keep telling myself that your calls would eventually come through,
Yet I lie awake at night missing you.
I wonder how many more times do I have to keep telling myself
Just to convince my denial-ridden self that
I don’t, in fact, miss you.
So, let this be the last time I write about you,
For my words travel the cyberverse,
Yet my voice never seems to reach you.
Jan 4, 2024
Jan 4, 2024 at 11:08 AM UTC
Never done things for recognition;
Never posted photos for admiration;
Never written for validation;
Never helped hoping for returns;
And definitely, most ******* definitely,
Never living according to your ******* terms.
Jan 3, 2024
Jan 3, 2024 at 8:00 AM UTC
Oh, to be loved by a writer,
To be depicted in every piece,
To be referenced in every line.
I don't think there's a more prestigious honour
In this short life we live
Than to be loved by a writer.
Dec 31, 2023
Dec 31, 2023 at 12:20 AM UTC
When I write,
the loud voices I have been fighting with
quieten as they bleed out from my head,
seep through my fingertips, and onto my keypad;
its clacking sound replacing
the deafening wild and vile thoughts
I have harboured.
When I write,
it feels as though the weight of the world
has been lifted off my shoulders.
A burden I have long carried.
A burden I should not have carried.
When I write,
I abandon any desires to reach out.
Instead, I seek temporary relief by confiding
in my literary companion
a layman calls _notes_.
However, when I write,
you continue to linger in my thoughts;
my futile attempt at distancing.
Because when I write,
it is you that I am writing about.
Dec 27, 2023
Dec 27, 2023 at 2:10 AM UTC
I thought I was fine;
I read, I write, I laugh.
I am surrounded by a wonderful family I love,
Supportive colleagues I adore,
Five beautiful cats I would die for.
Sure, life could be better, but I am contented.
So, enlighten me,
Why is it that a harmless _“how are you?”_
Commanded tears like a knee-jerk reaction
At ten in the morning?
Dec 14, 2023
Dec 14, 2023 at 6:20 AM UTC
I've always thought of poetry as a mosaic of words, but you’ve quickly taught me that
the twinkling in your eyes,
the resonance in your laughters,
the warmth in your smiles,
and the calm in your presence,
form verses that the most beautiful language
could never capture.
Poetry is written when our spirits dance in synchrony,
each step a rhythmic stanza.
These verses are etched
in the spaces between heartbeats,
encompassing unarticulated secrets
within exchanged gazes.
Dec 10, 2023
Dec 10, 2023 at 11:11 AM UTC