They call her names,
send their curses through a screen.
She blocks them,
but the words slip through the cracks,
curl beneath her skin.

She scrubs her face,
but the insults don’t wash away.
She sleeps,
but the whispers slither through her dreams.

Years pass.
The usernames are gone.
The accounts are deleted.
The laughter has moved on.

But the words—
the words still stay.

This is the human problem-
over-doing
over-stretching
over-struggling
over-speaking­
over-desiring
over-claiming
over-demanding
over-thinking
over-pursuing
over-in­quiring
over-expecting
over-acquiring
over-self-glorifying

people can't stay still:
the joy of living
they are missing
too late comes
the self-realising
by then
they are on
their bed dying
sobbing
and regretting

The leaves are falling from the tree branches like tears,
maybe the wind has whispered something sad as death in their ears.

I've to go
the reason
you do well know
my lingering here
will only cause you
more sorrow

neither of us
will bend
we're too much
of our own
and have
to be each
left alone

our freedom
we'd not let of
there's a bridge
we can't together cross
even if we try
our utmost

what couldn't be
had been long cast
in the mould of fate
it's as though
our love
has come too late
in time
and shall never be
but the tragedy is
I've once loved you
as you've equally loved me

Ill always smile
when I think
about you.
Your soft touch,
your sweet smile,
your gentle laughter.
You give me hope;
hope about people
and about society.
Our paths crossed
for only a short while
but you made my
heart flutter,
you caught me
in a way I’ll always
remember.
-JRM

Jesus, why am i like this?
Why does nostalgia run
Through my veins like
It should be there,
If the feeling leaves,
I would probably miss
It too.