Maai, I wouldn’t have gone this far
Never would have dared to do this
But you weren’t around to guide me
And baba said you won’t return.

Maai, I feel homeless without you
Like a droplet fallen away
From the sea and far from thee
But baba never consoled me.

Maai I never knew the meaning
Of those volcanic emotions
underneath your struggle and smile
But baba never saw your fears.

Maai, you’ve gone away too far
To a place that you deem safe
Where no one knows that you and I
are bound together by fate.


Prashant Shaurya ©

All Rights Reserved
25/01/2025

So many extremes these days it seems
Have an opinion other than me
To where their opinion cancels out mine
Who's to say I'm wrong, making them right

How things should work and to what degree
We tend to pay when they say that it's free
Where they end up costing quite a bit more
But that's just my opinion for all that it's worth

Never afraid to have their say
At any given moment or particular day
They could ambush you out of the blue
Whenever they differ from your point of view

If you give more than your share of opinions away
People won't care what you have to say
It might be best to keep to yourself
An opinion or two if nothing else

Of course, this is just my opinion
Feel free to ask anyone
There's always more to bring to the floor
Where that opinion came from

I fell in love....
8 months ago....
But did he really love me
I always wondered
For 8 months I wondered
If you loved me

At the beginning
I felt you love me
It was May 26
You couldn’t get enough of me
But...
In September you just stopped
You stopped loving me.....
At that moment I knew
something was going on in your head
But I let it go and two months went by
They went by quickly......
On November... you faded away
My hands became cold
My body shivered
My head spining
I was trying to understand
Understand your face
Your expressions
Body language
And your words....
But nothing really made sense
Or I was I missing pieces
That I needed to fit together
December came by
Quite an exciting month...
Little that ik it would fall apart from then
One day I asked if you were ok...
You said... yes
But I knew you were not
January came and you became distant
Your became even dryer
You became cold towards me
But I thought it was just stress
From everything around you
Life, but...
One day you texted
-you wanted to talk to me-
My heart skipped a beat
Thoughts ran through my head
You call me the same night
You said....
You lost feelings for me a moth ago
I was heartbroken 💔
I became hot, I started sweating
Shaking....
Hot tear pour down my face
They kept coming, drowning me
The pain I felt was unbearable
As if I was stabbed in my chest

Y-you lied to me
For a moth u said to my face
You loved me, but did you really!
NO!
You didn't, it's been three day since
And now I sit in my bed
Still loving you
But your not mine anymore
So I pray to GOD that he gives me peace
And HE would heal me
And hopefully my feelings for you
Would fade away like you did

I wish I could write
Proper poetry
Me and me cat
Just smile
She’s just woken up
And me pet mouse
Has run a mile.
Im reading  poetry by
Wordsworth
A bit of Byron to
When it comes to
To writing poetry
I haven’t got a clue.
Wandered lonely as a cloud
Been doing that everyday
Stuck with ******
Romeo and Juliet
Inside a Shakespeare play.
Poetry poetry
I have not a clue
Me and my stylus
We go a bit askew.

The sky is bone-white
and guilty-faced,
and some horrible cry is preparing itself
between my two lips–
I have become lamb from sheep,
   regressed again;
I cannot stop screaming,
I cannot graze the land
without knowing that I am becoming
someone I have already been.

The things that make me happy,
that used to,
all exist in some other place:
   where I came from,
where I’ll never be again,
where the creek water is always warm
and the lamb-scream
is so deep inside of me
I cannot reach it with my fist.

- Ellery Rose

we all have old patterns
we play on repeat
in my spare time I
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I’m painting my love in autumn colors.
I’m painting the flame of leaves underfoot,
The greyish sky, rainy and foggy.
The crying love is a natural mood.

Boarded benches are in the park
Under the shade of naked trees.
And fog is ahead, lots of fog.
My love is hidden in it indeed.

Behind the fog my love is flowing
Inexorably, irrevocably like a water.
It’s running off to nowhere away,
Without a trace forever in autumn.