Maybe in the bottom of the sea,
there's a creature called love
of you and me - a giant wild beast.
And it sleeps and sleeps
through centuries in peace
in hope I'd wake it someday
and somehow set it free.
How do I tell it, Dorothy?
That you dream of stars it has
never seen.
Oct 28, 2025
Oct 28, 2025 at 5:18 AM UTC
My mirror doesn't reflect me,
It reflects who I'm supposed to be.
That scares me sometimes,
The man I might turn into someday.
Not smiling, knowing the horror of it all
Not allowing a single smirk to ****** dispares.
Not lying, unsure if that's really a thing.
Truth, a forbidden hollow I'm already in.
The naked irises of swollen eyes stuck still amidst
Thoughtless ruptures of midnight sounds.
There's always someone in the mirror.
Sometimes beside us, sometimes beneath.
I am who I am, shameful of not being
who I see.
Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 2:31 PM UTC
I know you long for the sea
to dive in it free
like an old bird set up in cage
has her longed chance to flee.
But my beloved,
To some people still the tides come,
the shore rests and the ocean lies
in someone's eyes.
To me it's yours.
Mar 8, 2025
Mar 8, 2025 at 3:35 PM UTC
The boy I met on the river bank
Told me a truth
Unasked, unruth -
How do you smile
without a fake?
As if,
To cast a fire
And burn on a lake.
Nov 27, 2024
Nov 27, 2024 at 10:39 PM UTC
I see cloak of winter
wrapped in foggs of our sighs,
in between hopes,
in between lies,
out of warmth,
out of cries.
Fortune tells winter-
Tomorrow if I
wishfully might die,
winter is cold, winter is blind.
Nov 27, 2024
Nov 27, 2024 at 12:49 PM UTC
The sky doesn't smile today.
It has the imperfectly carved moon.
A bright lit hollow upon our heads
Lightening the earth like a
Lone in dark street light.
Nov 26, 2024
Nov 26, 2024 at 8:52 PM UTC
When you're done with chores,
Taking the dishes to the sink,
gently rubbing each until one's
left that you mindlessly rub-
Is it true that I'm gone?
Albums of long lost memories
kept aside your closet beneath
neatly folded clothes- when touched,
you avoid them intentionally-
Is it true that I'm gone?
When pages of book flap in wind-
passing by you beside window,
your vacant gaze upon a line-
that stirred thoughts behind time,
Is it true that I'm gone?
Why is it that your coffee
left on table often gets cold?
Distracted- you sense an hour
passes by like your secret brief sigh.
Is it true that I'm gone?
Late at night, when lights go off-
birds go numb, in screaming silence,
is it that you still make a wish
for me in your dreams?
Is it true that I'm gone?
Nov 21, 2024
Nov 21, 2024 at 1:35 PM UTC
He expects her everyday
longer than hope.
Sitting on benches,
leaving coffee cold.
Nov 21, 2024
Nov 21, 2024 at 1:22 PM UTC
In the end,
what matters only is-
how well you look
into the eyes of
your child,
being brave to stand
as a hero or
ashamed as a villain.
Nov 18, 2024
Nov 18, 2024 at 2:47 AM UTC
The leaves don't fall,
earth calls them down.
If I call you, love,
will you come to me now?
Nov 15, 2024
Nov 15, 2024 at 11:12 AM UTC