The part of me that wants you erased
Not forgotten, just remembered in phrase
Of the story, how I gently effaced
Every trace of your memory with grace
The grace, your name is never sold
Never I forgot and never has it been told
Still, in my poems, as the proclamation
The veracity of your love is manifold
Write on Medium
I buried your name deep in the heart
Yet every verse reveals that it’s you are
Though I tried to keep myself strong
But when I write, each sob to you belongs
Though I left the past behind my way
Your every memory gets into mind every day
For love once lived always stays.
In the hidden griefs, I dare not say
I gave you the only portion of my heart
Tyranny is that I could never then take it apart
For it is yours anyhow, sweetheart.
But what did I do to deserve this pain on my part?
I know; I am distressed to say
Confessed is my love, only when I pray
For I have learnt in silent pains gotten
Unspoken Feelings are never forgotten
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 3:17 PM UTC
The gust of cold breeze of thoughts
That strikes me hard creates chaos
every essence that it enforce
Puts me under the havoc of remorse
Quiet outside but the silence roars
compelling every wound to restore
echoing sorrow in silent storms
worsening pains like never before
Rambling in the mist of doubts
Letting every worry shout
Emptiness, so hard to carry
Making every simple so scary
Yet in the depths, I seek retreat
where with myself, I usually greet
the lonely space where light’s unseen
but a peaceful world where I have been
Nov 3, 2025
Nov 3, 2025 at 12:03 PM UTC
Force that drags against the flow
Shatter the belief, not to grow
Fade the fight and make it slow
lean me down to pain to bestow
Make every near a bit more far
Every step I took, devotion is scarce
Stumbled on feet and resolve is meek
Every periodic hit turning me bleak
Lives in the world called as past
Full of afflictions and acrimonious talks
Still I wear the choices I made
But in alone where I fade
Nov 3, 2025
Nov 3, 2025 at 11:46 AM UTC
I prefer delusions over realities.
The only salvage that embraces —
The man torn with rigorous fatalities
A truth isn’t found even in traces, and,
People aren’t what they are on faces
All of my dreams are never unadorned.
Ever I’m fumbled, never been atoned
The only love I long for isn’t unrequited.
For which I’m never seen being frighted
My admiration for the painting isn’t a bluff.
I realized, while watching, how my life is tough.
The charm of the sharp colors dazzled my eyes.
The mere reverence for life turned to despise.
There are scorns, mourns, and thorns outside
that compel me to sneak, creep and hide,
for the reality is tumultuous, full of brutalities.
That’s why I prefer delusions over realities
Nov 3, 2025
Nov 3, 2025 at 11:41 AM UTC
Disparaged, distraught and disgruntled
regrets, thoughts and torments are bundled
Every piece of peace seems to be fumbled
To hope and aspiration, I have surrendered
Yet I appear stout, brave and fortified
That's how I'm seen in their eyes
That's how the mirror reflects my plight
My feelings, my cracks and scars are disguised
My hopes turned bleak, my trusts are shattered
First, the people and now mirrors don't matter
For all turned liars, unworthy to believe
Judging my appearance, their verdicts deceive
Standing in front of mirror, holding my fears
Smiling through the glass, concealing my tears
Confessing it now, the fault isn't in the mirror
My griefs are too deep to be displayed clearer
Oct 22, 2025
Oct 22, 2025 at 6:51 AM UTC
The small warfield of myriad battles
few were triumphant, a lot were fatal
burdened with despair, fidgeted and unrest
once there dreams were sought to nest
home for love, passion and reform
gloomy it turned, after the storm
beating up being weary and worn
bear the freight of promises torn
one half of mine through thick and thin
confidant of every defeat and win
the secrets that it kept within
throbbing inside like spiny whin
reconvening the shreds of heart
razed by one and was torn apart
still it is ready to be my friend
pledged to never leave me in end
Mar 11, 2025
Mar 11, 2025 at 9:07 PM UTC
Blackish Dark amidst stars
Sitting alone bearing scars
Dim and drab, drought and cold
Tracking down for life’s support
Dry yet damp in the frigid air
Found someone with piercing stare
Gazing high, the moon in sky
Mustering hope with a reply
In a few hours, light underlies
Elated with hopes, grinning at light
Cheering up for another fight
Untired, Unwearied and reconciled
Rising up and not getting fragile
Soon after the dust of dark
Sun appeared beginning the march
Toppling down the dusk of despair
Brightened up the desolate fair
Mar 11, 2025
Mar 11, 2025 at 9:00 PM UTC