I drank the poison—
they named it love.
Sweet at first,
like honey on the tongue,
until it burned my veins,
begging me to stop,
yet no escape was left.

I saw the antidote
shining in the distance—
but if I drank it now,
would it already be too late?

Hours I wasted
lost in thought,
a war between choosing
and surrender.
And when I finally decided,
it was silence that answered—
I had died,
not from the poison itself,
but from the thinking
that chained my soul.

And yet,
reborn in the same body of pain,
I reached again for the glass.
I drank,
knowing the venom’s kiss.
The antidote lingered
just within sight.
This time I grasped it—
only to find
the bottle was empty inside.

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.

"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."

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.

❝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.

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.

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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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

"I thought I was busy, so did he.
I was worried, so was he.
I loved men… so did he."

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.

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.

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.

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