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RED 1d
Girls don’t get called goddess without a reason.
She has been in locker for many years.
Those who have them don’t respect.
Those who don’t respect until they have them.
I might cry but I am not weak.
I’m tired to be in this so called freedom of  cage.
RED 2d
"I looked at him like he was my forever,
not knowing he was already turning into a memory.
I closed my eyes, hoping to sleep—
but it hit me like a punch:
I was already gone.
Already dead."

He found someone new,
someone better—
someone he now looks at
like I once looked at him:
like forever.

His love moved on.
Mine… stayed buried.

Seeing him smile again
healed something in me—
but not enough to put into words.
Not enough to write.

"deserved to be someone’s forever too. And I still do."
RED 7d
A girl once twirled in her garden bright,
Her laughter dancing with morning light.
Unaware, across the gate,
A man stood still — a twist of fate.

She froze mid-spin, his shadow near,
A stranger’s gaze, a rising fear.
She fled inside, heart clenched with fright,
Curtains drawn, away from sight.

The morning after, schoolbag tight,
She stepped into the waking light.
And saw the man — calm, still, and kind…
With quiet eyes, yet stone-cold blind.

No threat, no stare, no lurking harm,
Just silence wrapped in human form.
That day she learned what masks can hide,
Not all are wrong, not all are right.

For even truth wears borrowed face,
And safety isn't always grace.
The world, it spins in shades of grey —
Not all who watch can take away.
Jul 24 · 187
A Happy Ending
RED Jul 24
❝Isn’t the ending of a lovely story supposed to have all the bad guys die? For example, you, or me…❞
there won’t be anyone left to tell the story.
Maybe we’re all villains in someone’s chapter, heroes in our own, and just background noise in most. Maybe a lovely story isn’t one without bad guys, but one where even they learn to hold a flower without crushing it.
Jul 21 · 58
Scary Night
RED Jul 21
We blame the night for being scary,
But the people who sleep blaming it,
Never felt sorry.
It’s never that dark to truly call it night—
We just need excuses to hide.
We hate the beautiful morning,
Wishing it were night again…
Yet when night comes,
I close my eyes to sleep again.
Jul 20 · 139
F
RED Jul 20
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Those who can't understand it you should not report it
Jul 19 · 37
Family
RED Jul 19
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.
Jul 15 · 36
Better Late Than Never
RED Jul 15
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.
RED Jul 15
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.
Many souls were hurt in the first poem I realized I didn't gave it the perfect ending this one is still not perfect but a realization if you are hurt again keep up the story there is going to be P3 too
Jul 15 · 138
The Idea Theif
RED Jul 15
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.
Jul 14 · 56
Comparison Is Killer
RED Jul 14
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.
Jul 12 · 1.1k
WHEN LIFE LIVED DEATH
RED Jul 12
She is the life,
He is the death.
She was mistreated,
He held no breath.
She hoped to end,
He fought to stay.
She kissed him once—
He rose,
She slipped away.
Jul 6 · 33
When It's Us Again
RED Jul 6
“I hope we meet again in the next life.
And maybe… you’ll like me back, too.
Maybe this was never meant to be in the end—
but the journey was beautiful.

If we meet again and you still don’t love me,
then just give me a hug...
and a quiet ‘congratulations.’”
Some love stories don’t end
—they just never begin the way we hoped
Specially written with the feeling I borrowed from someone else
someone I used to be but not anymore
Jul 5 · 53
The Silent Farewell
RED Jul 5
I know no one will come to my funeral.
It doesn’t feel like fear—
it feels real.

I might be the funny guy
who made others smile,
but when I died,
still… everyone smiled.

A few sighs scattered in the wind,
but even my mother
didn’t cry.

Maybe I was just a noise
that filled their quiet for a while.
A punchline
with no setup,
a memory they’ll blur—
not miss.
Even dismiss.

I left pieces of myself
in their laughter,
but no one noticed:
the funny guy
was a fighter.

Yes—
they call me a writer.
Jun 30 · 273
Your Love
RED Jun 30
When the moon meets the sun,
it dies —
carrying all three brightnesses in its sight.
When relief kisses pain,
the pain disappears.
Believe me, dear,
I'm not afraid to be the moon —
I'm scared you're the pain.
Jun 29 · 76
7 Minutes
RED Jun 29
"It was night. I stood alone on the road.
Someone knocked me down—
and for seven minutes, a reel of memories played in my head.
Then came the black.
Not death,
but the kind of quiet
that only comes
when you finally stop pretending to belong.

I left the world that never felt like mine—
not with a scream,
but a sigh.
And in that void,
for the first time,
"...I wasn’t lost.
I was—
find."
Jun 29 · 111
The Lawn
RED Jun 29
Bald? Maybe.
Bored? Never.
Got a man on top
Who’s mowing forever.

Each pass he makes,
A joke gets born—
'Cause who needs hair
When you’ve got a lawn?
Jun 29 · 74
Why me?
RED Jun 29
Even the fastest runner
couldn’t catch his love.
He watched her walk away

Even the best painter
couldn’t capture his lover—
something was always missing.

Even pure things
carry a little stain.
Even love
holds some pain.

So tell me, Mom… Dad…
why must I keep going on,
when even the good kids don't ?
Jun 28 · 85
The Man
RED Jun 28
"I thought I was busy, so did he.
I was worried, so was he.
I loved men… so did he."
Jun 28 · 49
Your Fault
RED Jun 28
Thinking what made you stop loving me what changed the way you look at me
I thought I was at fault until.....
I saw her photo on your phone.
Jun 28 · 53
The Choosen Sun
RED Jun 28
I saw the moon and fell asleep,
Its light was calm, its silence deep.
But when I woke, the moon had gone—
The sun had come, and took the throne.

He said, “Wake up. Go take what’s yours,
No more dreams behind closed doors.”

The moon is loved for bringing peace,
But the sun? He burns, yet never leaves.
Tired, alone—but still he shone.
And that day,
I chose the sun.
I chose the strong one.
Jun 27 · 420
My First Love
RED Jun 27
I fell for the ocean,
Knowing he loves everyone.
But every wave that touched my skin
Felt like a promise—until it was done.

I watched others play in the same tide,
And smiled, pretending I was fine inside.
It was a mistake, I won’t forget...
But one I carry
With no regret.
Jun 27 · 142
The Last Day
RED Jun 27
It was the day you felt so awake,
Looking so weak—too tired to fake.
You spoke of dreams, but not with cheer,
You softly whispered, “I’m going, dear.”

Maybe you were shedding silent tears,
But it made my heart break, pierced by fears.
No final hug, no reason why,
Just aching silence in your eyes.

And then you disappeared…
Jun 27 · 67
It Was My Own Tear
RED Jun 27
"It Was My Own Tear"

I was sitting on a bench,
Something made me drench.
There was no rain, no storm in the air,
Yet I was soaked—in silent despair.

It took me a moment, maybe a year,
To finally notice...
It was my own tear.
Jun 26 · 54
Warmth
RED Jun 26
I was shivering in the cold,
With no one there to hold.
I saw a bear,
walked up without fear,
And hugged him as he stood near.
He tore me apart and ate me alive—
At least I felt warm before I died.
Jun 24 · 56
First sleep
RED Jun 24
I lay on the bed hoping to sleep
Bed was soft but my life was not,later I realised, atleast I tried unlike someone who just died.
That day,
I slept.
I slept for the first time.
Jun 24 · 150
The Escape
RED Jun 24
There were two sides of leaves one sat by her window every starry night hoping to escape other planned,fought,escaped she died on her window she escaped

— The End —