For some, family is blood.
For some, family is love.
For some, family is everything.
For some, it’s nothing.
But no one knows what family is.

I got a bird who checks on my health every morning.
Got a mother who wakes up early
to prepare some meal
and creates hygiene.

Got a father who works day and night
still making sure I sleep at night.

Got a naughty sister —
teases me all day, all night,
but still there when I cried.

I fight easily with anyone —
got a brother’s back to hide.

Got a lover who is polite.
Got some friends who know their boundaries.
Got some poets who don’t judge me,
even when I write bad poetries.

Got a vulture who comes at night,
making sure I sleep alright.

I know
I can still thrive without them in my life…
but then
I will head
to a meaningless life.

You danced on the street—
thought I didn’t see.
But I was there,
hiding quietly
under the tree.

You don’t believe it,
but I caught it all—
the moment he knelt,
the ring,
your pause,
your gentle fall.

You turned him down.
I don’t know why,
but I feared the ending
that might follow the sky.

Seven years slipped like breeze through leaves—
and yet,
you still dance
on those same old streets.

Just something’s changed...
Now,
you’re holding my hand.

He rose… and saw the truth alone—
The love he held was long since gone.
She’d melted into silent air,
Found her peace, beyond despair.

He had freedom, she had grace,
But both still missed the other’s face.
He chose to freeze, to let time slow,
Yet she held tight—won’t let him go.

She knew too well where joy once lay,
And begged him not to fade away.
But he… he killed the death they knew,
To give her skies to wander through.

She gained a life where she could shine,
And he became the stars… divine.

I sat on a chair, my mind was bare,
No spark, no flame, just empty air.

A bird flew in with a cheerful tweet,
She danced a while, then made retreat.

She took my thought, my golden light,
And left me staring, blank and white.

There was an award—
I smiled with pride, watching it every day.
Then I visited my friend’s house,
saw a thousand awards wandering around.
I came back home,
and my smile quietly faded.
I didn't realize…
I had killed someone in there.

It was no longer an award—
but a burden,
a quiet weight of despair.