Nonchalant
Is neither harsh nor sweet
Neither boisterous nor calm
But rather
Just humbly in the middle of the contrary ends.
Jun 19, 2019
Jun 19, 2019 at 1:47 AM UTC
I stargazed through the nights
Surrounded by the aura of my inhuman imagination
Wondering if you would ever leave my hand
And go away to never come back.
Jun 19, 2019
Jun 19, 2019 at 1:40 AM UTC
I smiled when you laughed
And teared when you sulked
Hoping to take a chance
Than let my fear earn victory over my love.
Jun 18, 2019
Jun 18, 2019 at 8:44 AM UTC
What if
You wake up one day
And learn
That you loved wrong?
Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 12:28 AM UTC
Isn't it always true
That the one you love
Is far less concerned
Than the one who loves you
Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 12:25 AM UTC
Her laughs are too loud to be forgotten
And her sulks are too evident to be ignored
As she brushes your smile with her freshly painted nails
She will remind you of how much you need her in your solitude.
And this makes me wonder
If she smells of honey
For you see, her fragrance lingers
For more than usual.
Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 4:36 AM UTC
I hear the ghosts of forgotten memories singing me rhymes
Ryhymes narrating temporary love
And phony smiles.
I feel the breeze pulling me towards the graves of desire and honesty
Killed by inhuman deadlines and insatiable responsibilities.
I listen to the waves rant over all the pain which finds its way to the shore
The sorrow gazing towards infinity, helplessy in search of second chances and welcoming doors.
But hush! i hear a knock, a silent reminder from my routine
Calling me back to reality, devilishly, snatching away my moment of ephiphany
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 12:48 PM UTC
You and me
The one who thought we deserved the best
Have realized that
Perhaps the best is
Imperfect.
Jul 16, 2017
Jul 16, 2017 at 10:55 AM UTC
You will be loved
Loved deeply, by a poet,
You will be narrated
In a verse
And be flattered by its complexity
You will fall for his honest rhyme
And drown in the melody of his singing words
You would want to curl in the meter
Of his thoughts
And hunt for his raw desires
You will be loved
Deeply, honestly and plainly,
By a poet.
Jun 9, 2017
Jun 9, 2017 at 5:15 AM UTC
It's not that I have lost faith and trust over the world
It's just that
I have learnt to not show the depth of the same
It's just that
I have learnt to act neutral
Don't mistake me
For I am not pretending
I am just hiding the scares
Of my honest past.
Jun 9, 2017
Jun 9, 2017 at 4:33 AM UTC