Somewhere in my memory
Lies an image of you—unfiltered, untouched, dust-soft.
A beautiful picture made of magic,
Before the wolves laid claim to you.
Somewhere in my memory
Stands the door to you—
Yes, that closed door, always open,
Never fully shut.
Sometimes I peer inside
to see what you once were:
Beautiful letters,
Before you turned to Bovary.
Somewhere in my memory
There’s a tunnel where you remain,
A light flickering at the far end—
Yours, if you would reach for it.
Derrida tells me to live with ghosts,
And Agamben warns that your image
will demand for a token from me.
So I’ll leave the door ajar,
Down the alley, far, far away—
Somewhere in my memory.
Dec 29, 2025
Dec 29, 2025 at 3:26 AM UTC
The untold woes of the immigrant—the ultimate Argo.
Sometimes you smile a little,
And cry a quarter,
And wonder, “Is everything going to be alright?”
The woes of the immigrant
Sleep in journals unpublished—unwritten—undocumented.
"Adom wo wim" is all one can murmur,
Drawing from deep wells of scripture,
The final parakletos for survival.
"Ego be"—the anthem you learn to sing,
Because all you can think and say is, “It will be well.”
But how is all well
When you’ve just consumed a cup of coffee
And face containers of notifications?
Money for this. I need help with that.
How is all well
When you look starkly at an Argo that set sail—
A stranger to your friends
And an unknown man to your parents?
You smile on WhatsApp calls and FaceTime
And see the cracks—the wrinkles on their faces.
Mother and father are aging
As you stare at the screen.
The wrinkles say, “Your Argo must dock.”
The woes of the immigrant firstborn child—
Never seen, never heard, always present.
Yet the Argo must sail on.
It will change its parts,
But journey on it must—the unhomely Argo,
Friend to none, kin only to the shore.
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 7:44 PM UTC
Faces I see everyday:
White, brown, blue and black
Faces I see everyday:
Smiles, tears and weary
Faces I see everyday:
Love, hurt and goosebumps
The faces I see everyday;
Mirrors of today,
Whispers for tomorrow.
Aug 5, 2021
Aug 5, 2021 at 9:18 AM UTC
It's okay not to be okay
When you smile
Yet,
filled with frown
Its okay not to be okay
When emanating bliss
Yet,
burning with rages of yesteryears
It's okay not to be okay
when engulfed
In flames of bruises, cuts and hurts
Yet
Play chords of empty, seamless laughter
It's okay not to be okay
when you are not okay,
But have to be okay
Aug 4, 2021
Aug 4, 2021 at 7:38 AM UTC
I miss you,
Not the star struck smile,
But the tear stained face
I miss you,
Not the elegant, laced demeanor,
But the innocent, grotesque silence
I miss you,
Not the deafening, empty laughter,
But the orchestrated, harmonic muting of your ego.
I miss the yesteryears:
When your coy,naive
Shadow
Was brighter than the enlightened,
Self-absorbed you.
Jul 30, 2021
Jul 30, 2021 at 7:44 PM UTC
Running to u, perhaps
results in
A heartbreak;
a tear
or
a sigh.
Galloping across pulses
Perchance, is a chase
of the wind.
Even so,
I'll run to u.
May 6, 2021
May 6, 2021 at 6:39 PM UTC
Rain falls from
our cheeks,
Pages of memories
are burnt
inside fate's tower.
Life is a Hydra.
Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 4:33 PM UTC
I fell for her like rain.
Droplets of
emotions,
dropped hastily
from clouded minds
carved in skies of doubt;
with interludes of
Thunder and illusion.
Confusing
Speeches, displayed
in lightning lies
and Jasper eyes
I fell in haste.
Till the scorching sun
dried up the well.
I fell like rain.
Nov 17, 2020
Nov 17, 2020 at 7:23 PM UTC
This is not a poem
Just a thank you
Message
It's ma birthday
Just want to say
Thank you
Poets of hello poetry
Thank you for the love.
Oct 12, 2020
Oct 12, 2020 at 9:38 PM UTC
What happens to a broken promise?
Does it sting
like a bee?
or creates a wound
and leaves a scar?
Does it die in the heart
or grow as a seed
Maybe it just lives
like a ghost
Or it creates strangers?
Sep 20, 2020
Sep 20, 2020 at 11:54 PM UTC