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.

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.

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

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.

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."

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.