Niloo

Niloo Jan 29

A promise is all it took,
I gave you my hand, my fate,
All yours to twist and shape,
Nothing did I ever protest.

Your warmth and relief is what I sought,
And you gave it all to me, to the point I forgot how to see.
You were there, but were you really?
All the conflict and pain you suppressed.

Was it your pain you mirrored over me?
Was it really ever me? Was it all meant for me?
I gave it all to you, just the way you would do...
Then why is it emptier now? Is this not how it's supposed to be?

Is this my worth? Is this what I sought?
Is this what I asked and sought from you?
All because I wanted you to be a please,
A relief, a sort of remedy...
The sweetness of that trust—when did it turn so sour and bitter?

We thought this is how it's supposed to be—
Emptying one another so tenderly.
I turned blind for you, letting myself drown in this.
Did I lose you, or did I lose myself?
An empty bitterness is what we're left with,
After all the sweetness of those promises.

You and I tried so desperately,
Trying to paint something that never really existed.
I followed your lead but didn’t notice the turn ahead.
Pride and ego—when did we turn so blind?

I look in the mirror to see nothing.
I gave myself to you for what I sought,
Still trying to piece together what's left.
Is this really what I sought?

#brokenpromises #sad

Niloo Jan 9

In the Gaze of a Stranger

Oh pretty stranger walking past me,
Do you see what I show you? Or do you see above and beyond?
You are you and I am I,
You see what I show you and I see what you show me.

You have seen nights I haven't. I have seen days you haven't.
The days of joys and sorrows,
We walk different paths but not alone.
Oh, pretty stranger, I wonder, how do you do?

Did you see me differently in the days of your struggles,
Or did I see you in a different light when my days were joyous?
Did you see the person I chose to portray,
Or did you see the person you chose to see?

We're the flowers in the field.
Someday we bloom, another day we gloom.
The unique pattern in your petals, the stark yet harmonious contrast with mine.
I wonder if you've seen them too...

Oh, pretty stranger walking past me,
Did you choose to see my smile or the displeasure on my face?
I see what you show, I accept it all.
Just like I follow my melody, do you follow yours?

Niloo Jan 9

'The veil of soul'

Stuck in a timeless loop,
With the tidal waves of blossoms,
Yet I fear—will it all come crumbling down?
The veil of uncertainty covers my soul.

Adorned by flowers and thorns,
Acceptance is what I seek, yet I fear the truth.
Though I embrace it with the fragrance of my trust,

I'm where I'm supposed to be, yet I don't belong here.
What my soul seeks is beyond reach, above all those things.
I walk with no destination; I let the rays guide me.

The path of uncertainty I walk, as I follow the light of my soul.
I feel my breath catch in the air, mingling with the fragrance of my own trust.

Was it the beginning, or was I never even here?
The grasp of fate is tighter than ever, yet I let my soul guide me through.

A destination meant to be mine, I follow with ease.
I follow it with my heart, yet as I walk through, adorned by the beauty of existence,
I feel my soul numb, yet somehow still breathing in the trust.

— The End —