This moment
Too bold to put in words
Too stunning to be confined in a photo frame
so I tattooed it on my heart
imprinted it on my bones
feel it flow in my blood
I grab it tight
hold it close
I did not let go
even when I reach the end of the fall
and my body breaks into a million stones
There's a time where all I wanted to do was blend in
Then I realise being different gives me such thrill
I embraced it
Then all i wanted to do was stand out
Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 7:51 AM UTC
People never listen anymore
With ears
They seek out the one who loves to spread words
People never care anymore
With ears
They thought have understood the story from the narrator
Infact they were the sidekicks
The insignificant petty villagers
While they could have asked the characters themselves
Paint the picture themselves
They don't care anymore
To put the effort in
They would rather just hear it from somewhere
Then pretend they learnt everything there is to learn about the story
Fact is
It wasn't your story to care for at the first place
It's not caring it's plain boredom and hopes to be the holy judge of 'none of their business'
Care is not like that
When will the peasants see
The truth
the truth that lies
lies between the teller and facts
the teller and players
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 2:03 PM UTC
twenty-two
taught me to never
Abandon.
like my father
it taught me that it is not
Blind.
like my mother
it taught me it is to
Carry.
like any other burden
it taught us to
Dance. for
Eternity...
that life can be
Filled. with
Genuine.
Happiness.
we are barely twenty.
yet it was, is, will be
Infinite.
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 9:53 AM UTC
Fate has been the kindest
Defying society's cruelty
It tries its best to preserve
the shattered dreams and fantasies
Fate wept for the brokenhearted
Don't **** it
Fate is on our side
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 9:32 AM UTC
Why can’t we just run away?
Far from this
Anywhere could be home.
They say make a life out of this.
We chose life outside of this
Still it is ours
Not a dream
But the dream
Dec 16, 2017
Dec 16, 2017 at 9:41 PM UTC
Cuddly stuffed
Soft as pillows
Smooth sensation
Sweet tooth
From beaten cream
Melting into colours
Crackling woods
Bliss surrounding
Peace at home
Eyes on you
On my side,
between white sheets
Simple for eternity
Dec 16, 2017
Dec 16, 2017 at 9:35 PM UTC
I value loyalty above all.
You stick by my side no matter what.
No matter good or bad, right or wrong.
Loyalty isn't agreeing with everything,
it is on your side, no matter what,
it is staying, knowing how wrong,
but believing one day would do right.
Loyalty is guidance, support and company
no judgements.
Like Alfred to Batman.
However, Alfreds are rare since the dawn of time,
I am grateful to have you,
but understanding betrayals.
No longer are you let into my heart.
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 10:16 AM UTC
is it too early to think about bliss?
we thought we could have met a little earlier than this
Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 10:21 AM UTC
A phrase that
carried weight
since childhood
Not only for how
fairytales
got me through
long weary nights
But the longer I write this story called
Life
I realise how it ends and of course knew
How it had begun
As a maniac
with worlds within
wishing to bring magic
with every touch
Every moment in life could be pinned down as a start
So the phrase would fit every moment any second
To deliver stories or emotions craved to convey
Or when lost
to be a compass
imprinted on her left forearm
With it as a reminder
that she is dancing on a canvas
brush in hand
Once upon a time
she was just so little....
then things no longer....
but fear not
as everything is going just where it needed to go
The End
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 10:43 AM UTC
Memories from a lifetime ago
Seems beautiful innocent and happy.
All I seem to want to do
Is go back
And hide among the curtains of white sheet.
So familiar
So sheltered
An urge to flip through photo albums
Gentle touch on faces that are strange yet peaceful
But it is all gone now
Like waking up from a dream
Then given evidence of the once-reality
How am I not to confuse it with a dream
When all that fell apart
Was the moment that door slammed shut
Picture frames on the walls dropped to the ground
Just like how she dropped to the ground
Leaving two kids standing hand in hand
despite constant fights the sister has
One clueless on the surface burying it deep
And one helpless heartbroken ever since
With a baby girl weeping from their bedroom
The first betrayal happened
before the young learnt of all the evils that exists
He too died that moment
From then on they grieved
The child dont dare ask about the fairytale
When she saw her empty eyes staring into space
From time to time
A familiar-faced benefactor come along
The ghost brought little warmth and support
“I am turning out fine” she whispered with every step she takes
him - the only confirmation she gets
for her clueless questions about the princess-like life
Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 8:48 AM UTC