Leaves at nine
Never back on time
Beneath that smile
A responsibilty , a duty
That Requires pure might
The story of a guy
Who changed lives
Proud to be his son
What a dad i have
He sleeps noisly
Does stupid things sometimes
Always a relaxed face
It's the seriousness he hides
I aim to be him
But the bar is too high
I'm not a perfect son
To see him proud
That what I try
So give me strength dad
To fight
Just like how you did
Just like how you still do
Make myself great enough
To fill those shoes
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 1:20 PM UTC
You shine
Like made of silk
You smile
With eyes that could ****
You shushh me
And that melts my core
Perfection at it's finest
Use my eyes to see
Oh what it would be
If me turns to we
Would love you so much
Even the gods would see
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 1:07 PM UTC
I put my trust
Yet I get betrayed
The ones closest to me
Why does it turn to hate
I care deeply
I try to be fair
Yet somehow
all of it goes in vain
To stop it
I made myself of clay
I remodel it everyday
But one day it all melts
I explain so it helps
My true self never sells
I hide myself from the world
But my heart dulls
My emotions stay
My actions sway
When I lay
I ask whose fault is it each day
I try so hard
I ignore myself even though it hurts like a shard
They don’t understand
God knows if I even do
But I try to change
For people’s benefit I stay
Who do I blame
Me or them ?
It’s suffocating
Trapping myself to stay sane
Laughing and calling myself lame
Craving the feeling
Again I remodel the clay
I search for faults within myself
yet the answers never convince me
the love I so deeply crave
somehow escapes me
and when it finally appears
it’s always too late
sometimes I wonder
what would have changed
if I had stayed
Sometimes I see the fault in them
Only if they had stayed
I only ask for a moment
A chance to explain
But they are too closed
Unwilling to care
I get angry
Why don’t they understand ?
It’s stupid to think I’m always wrong
If I accept their flaws
Why can’t they ?
So I start again
remodel the clay wet with rain
it’s never the same
the original design buried in the layers
I fill the cracks and polish them smooth
yet somewhere beneath the surface
the first shape still remains.
-nilaysingh
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 12:06 PM UTC
He wakes up in the morning
When the sun’s light is shining
Light everywhere, memories blur
A certain darkness he’s hiding
He walks like one
He talks like one
He laughs like some
But he cries like none
A gaping hole in his chest
Heart that was never there
Its makes him feel nothing
Makes him feel like hunting
The RUSH oh that’s something
That immortal god like feeling
A primal instinct inside
Nothing that would ever suffice
He wear masks
That’s his hide
Biological cells of pride
Never once has he cried
Behind his smile , another disguise
Its night now
Something In him growls
His body twitches and shouts
Suddenly he hates crowds
A clear mind with no doubts
A sense of excitement , the chest pounds
Bloodshot eyes , breathes like a hound
He strikes and makes no sound
He wakes up in the morning
When the sun’s light is shining
Light everywhere, memories blur
He starts his day with a hum
-nilaysingh
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 3:03 PM UTC
As I travel this river
Many a people I meet
Long and treacherous this path seems
Talking about all the dreams
One I met at the very start
Full of life and courage in his heart
Wanted to win the world
Get whatever he sought
He came out as a little naive
Brash his language but not afraid to talk
He shouted and bragged
As if his winning was almost Marked
Another I met not long after
A little tired he seemed
Perhaps he too was traveling for sometime
A sense uncertainty clouded his heart
He asked questions with doubt
Maybe a little scared of the answers he sought
But still he smiled and encouraged me
To travel further on this treacherous path
He gave me a little hope
Perhaps this path is not that bad after all
The third I found stranded
His boat was sinking
I wanted to help but couldn’t
Every person is on his own here
He was blue , maybe cause of the cold water
My eyes matched to his
And all they told me was his hurt
He saw me go past him
Didn’t say a word but that was enough
He Knew he was stuck
And here there’s not much luck
So as I go further on this river
My boat creaking and the water getting colder
I feel for the people stuck
But moreover scared of what’s gonna be in front
Saw a lot of boats sunk
Floating a lot of junk
This uncertainty is what is most terrifying
Paths diverging and cant tell which is right
But cannot turn back now
As I travel on this treacherous river
Nilay Singh
Oct 2, 2025
Oct 2, 2025 at 5:58 AM UTC