In his love was I destined to perish,
Yet lo the burden of my devotion
Weighed lighter than his worldly cares.
For him I was fated to wither in waiting,
But alas perchance he never loved me at all.
How oft have I borne the funeral of mine own honour,
And none did come to lift the bier of my love.
For he, who slew my heart so gentle,
Left me amidst the ruins of my yearning
And this time, no soul remained
To carry love’s coffin…
Save I, who bore it myself.
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 6:10 AM UTC
Billions of stars shining the same,
Working through misery and pain.
All in the same lane with different routes to reach there
Some forced to live, some choosing to endure.
I stood there discovering where I belong,
Just passing through phases,
Like a spectator
With no effect in the scene.
Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 1:56 PM UTC
The day I saw him hold her hand,
His fingers wrapped firmly around hers.
I watched from a distance,
And with every second he held on,
My heart fell piece by piece.
He held her
The way I once wished to be held.
The moment his hand closed around hers,
The sky grew darker for me,
While it seemed brighter for them.
As his grip grew stronger,
Memories of us returned
Like shadows behind me,
Slowly tightening around my neck.
She smiled brightly,
Light dancing across her face,
While I sat pale across the lane,
Watching him walk away with her.
And there I stood
Clueless.
Astonished.
Left behind
With the silence.
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 2:01 PM UTC
Not just the stumbles, not just the fumbles,
but a heart that humbles.
I am more than an evil veil of night.
For thou who truly understandest,
I am more than what thy eyes behold.
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 5:16 AM UTC
In the darkness of midnight,
Are they my screams or the wolf’s roar?
Looking upon the moon,
I find a glimpse of what remains.
I wonder will I ever touch that glimpse,
Or is it only
A fading memory of mine?
I enter a world of moonlight
And softly twinkling stars
Its beauty and mystery
Hold me captive.
The stars burn bright I love their light;
I wake not to reality,
But dwell in midnight’s dark instead.
Why do we always long to escape reality?
If this is what it is,
Why live a life of escapism?
Let us live the life we truly seek,
And not linger in the veil of escape.
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 12:16 PM UTC
I sat upon the bridge’s edge
and watched the daylight fade,
waiting for you.
Then came the knowing:
you were the sun beyond my sky,
never to rise for me again.
I am the moon
luminous in the quiet night,
near yet forever apart,
meeting you only in shadow.
You chose your heavens,
and I chose mine:
yours bathed in day,
mine steeped in midnight.
My love was a lunar eclipse
rare, passing, beautiful
never meant to endure.
Time carried us onward,
and I understood at last:
you were always the sun,
and I, the moon.
We were foolish enough to believe
we could hold an eclipse forever,
forgetting
such wonders are fleeting.
So I leave these words unfinished
for some endings
are kinder that way.
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 11:16 AM UTC
A body with a hollow soul,
A life steeped deep in sorrow’s bowl.
None beside me none to see,
And even I feared to look at me.
Riddles of life, all tangled tight,
Threads unending, lost to sight.
I walked on paths I ne’er had known,
In search of good or perhaps my own.
Who knows the way? Who marks the shore?
Like the sea, I move forevermore.
Who am I? What am I for?
A whisper lost in time’s faint roar.
And still I ponder, soft, in fright
Is this the world, or dream of night?
For still I dwell in twisted thread,
Each strand a noose around what’s left
Of me.
Jan 24
Jan 24, 2026 at 4:27 AM UTC