I always dream of a glamorous city,
where the lights glitter brighter
than the silver on my ears,
where beauty is a song on every tongue
and silence lingers like air.

For now, I chase my goals,
like a bird darting after a worm—
restless, ambitious, unafraid.
Because that city waits for me,
the place I will one day call home.

Is writing really my thing ?
Yeah I may create stories—
Fulfilling ones.
I may craft poems
That flows like rivers.

But every one can write.
Everyone can imagine

So what makes me unique?
What makes me special?

We all crave something,
But once it's in our hands,
The craving ,the longing,
The spark—it disappears,
Drifting away
Like a leaf upon the river.

For a long time,
I tried to change myself —
the clothes I wore,
my hairstyle,
even painted my face with makeup
to hide everything I thought wasn't enough.

I thought if I were different,
People would finally love me.

But I forgot something small and true:
No matter how I change,
I am still me.

And the right person will love me
for who I am —
not for the versions I pretend to be,
But for the real, messy, honest me.

I don't believe in love at first sight,
Because how can you love me
Without knowing my flaws ?

True love is when you love
Every scar in me,
Every imperfection.

Cause that's the beauty of love.
I want you to want me
With your soul,
Not just the heart and the mind.

I want you to crave me,
Get butterflies when I'm around
And ache when I'm not.

I want to feel home in your arms ,
Lost in your smile,
Where my troubles dissaper.

I want crazy love,
Where we’ll get washed by the rain
While dancing,
Where laughter grows louder
Than a crescendo.

I want us to paint our faces
With flour as we bake,
Messy hands,
Because love isn't perfect
It's messy and playful.

I say, "They are just thoughts — they will go away."
But these thoughts yell louder than my words ,
Sometimes it feels like my brain will explode.

Depression is living with a dead inner being,
Dragging my lifeless body day by day—
Too many sleepless nights ,
My mind fighting demons.

I am afraid of who I've become.
Afraid to light a dark room,
To face a mirror —
Because mirrors don't lie.

It's funny how I look happy outside
While I'm breaking inside,
Each breath  heavier than the last.
Depression is like a death sentence.
It's really hard to leave my bed.
Sometimes I think the world
Would be better without me,
Because I don't really matter.

I'm tired of pretending I'm fine,
Tired of faking smiles,
Tired of answering "I'm okay"
When the truth is — I'm not.

I bet most of us don't understand what poverty is.
But If you have ever seen
A child step on broken glass,
Wear rags to school,
Then you know what poverty is.

Schools slam doors on children
Whose only crime
Is not carrying silver coins.

Children go to bed with broken ribs,
While others discard feasts into bins.
Do you know how heartbreaking this is?
We shed pity,
But pity cannot fill a plate.

We need to make the world
A place for everyone.
Not all of us must dine on silver spoons —
But at least,no child
Should go to bed
With a noisy stomach.

And if we ever help,
Let it not be for cameras or approval.
For Kindness needs no attention.

I'm afraid to write—
Afraid ,because they made it forbidden.
They stitched our tongues with fear,
Since truth to them is rebellion.

We live in a world full of injustice,
Where they claim,"we are one family,"
Yet at the table ,some are served wine,
And others only water.

But who will address the truth
If we all live in intimidation?
Who will name the villains
If we always bow down to injustice—
Drink poison and pretend it's cure?
Will this world ever be better?

We are told to walk on dusty roads,
While the "special"ride high with chauffeurs.
School slam doors on children
Whose  only crime is poverty.
But tell me,is this humanity at all ?

But our tears are not water.
They're fire.
Each drop consumes and leaves a mark,
A day is coming,
When those who made us weep
Will pay the price
For every single tear.

Although our voices shake with fear,
Our hands tremble while we compose,
We will rise, we will be heard.
If not us ,then who?
If not now, then when?

Everyone has  bad days.
Sometimes, the day turns vicious,
Making one feel
Like hiding from the world  a bit .


Sometimes, we shed tears,
Condemn the day,
But it's like a storm:
Intense, alarming,
Yet always with an end.

A reminder of a boy i once liked—
He used to slip me love letters before class,
Sketched in shaky handwriting,
Decorated with crayons I had once given him.
At the bottom, two ducks floated side by side.
Back then, I thought it was the sweetest thing.
Now I roll my eyes and smile—
How silly it seems.

He picked wildflowers,
From the schoolyard fence,
Told me they were as pretty as me,
And tucked them into my hair
My cheeks burned hotter
Than the blazing afternoon sun.

At night, I would stay up  too late,
Texting him on my old flip phone,
Pretending to snore
Whenever my parent peeked in.
I swear my heart was pounding louder
Than the phone's plastic keypad.

Back then,
I swore he was the only boy
Who could ever exist in my world—
A match made in heaven, I thought.
Though low-key,
I was too shy to say it out loud.

The only soul i trusted
With my secrets
Became the one
Who shattered them.
Can you truly call yourself my friend?
I don't think so .

You stabbed me -
And the deepest pain
Was never from the blade,
But from the  hand
That held the knife.

Your deception  built the walls
Of my bitterness.
I would rather drown in silence
Than speak my heart to you again.
Yes, you broke me-
But it's okay

Because everything circles back.
What goes around
Always returns.
And I’ve learned—
It’s far better to walk alone
Than to walk beside
A friend who speaks behind my back.

If the dead were to return from their world,
Would they still remember us?
Would they still smile when they saw us,
Or have our names scattered like dust in the wind?

Has time already changed too much -
Would they find us strangers,
Different from the ones they left,
Unfamiliar in their eyes?

Would they return with new faces,
Attributes we cannot recognize
Barely recalling
The shelters they once called home?

It's a riddle I keep chasing,
A puzzle without an answer,
A question that lingers in silence-
Unsolved.

It feels unfair ,
How you never noticed
The nights i cried myself to sleep.
Or maybe you did -
and just never showed it


Then you came back
right after I had learned to move on.
You can't be serious -
after I moved on
do you know how cruel that is?
you will never understand
the weight my heart carried.


Now even the thought of you
turns bitter in my chest.
And can you really blame me?
I once believed in holding on ,
but life taught me otherwise.

I never thought
detachment would feel like this.

Sometimes-
it's in stubborn  commitment ,
That impossibilities soften into possibilities .

For it's in trying that we overcome ,
And  in  persistence,
that we are remembered  above.

Every sunrise reminds me,
you should still be here.
To braid my hair like old times,
Cause honestly, it's a mess right now.

I'm still kind-hearted,
just like you taught me,
But the truth is,
I never learned how to live without you.

Every beautiful thing,
reminds me of you.
you were sensational-
In your own incomparable way.

The truth is,
I'll never say goodbye.
You live in my heart,
Still guiding me,
And I know you're proud of me
wherever you are

Right now, my heart is heavy.
I am sad and hopeless

What if what I think I have
I don't?

What if it's just a shield,
A way to hold in,
My anxieties,
My insecurities?

What if I was never meant to be
What I dream of,
What I have worked so hard for

In my fantasies,I dream of a silent place,
Where only the birds dare to sing,
Their sweet melodies lighting up the morning.

A shelf full of books,
Each page breathing me back to life,
Whispering i belong in between the lines .

A garden blooming with flowers,
so radiant they seem to smile,
Filing the atmosphere with their fragrance.

And a fireplace comfy and enduring
Waiting eagerly to keep me warm
As i read my favorite words

How I love rainy days,
The sweet fragrance of petrichor fills the air-
So mere, yet satisfying.

Under the blankets,
The rain hums its soft lullaby,
And I sink into the tightest sleep.

Rain pulls me into thoughts
Drifting between nostalgia and what-ifs
While silence quietly dominates.

Have you ever lived in someone's shadow?
Cause I have .
And it's really breaks you quietly,
because no one cares to ask how you're really feeling .

It feels like walking into a room full of people ,
Where every gaze lands on her,
Every smile belongs to her,
While you stand there -unnoticed.

I stand there ,faking a smile ,
Pretending like it doesn't bite.
But deep down ,am wishing for an apocalypse .

But I bet you don't get it .
you were always the gem.
But if you ever wished someone would finally say ,
"Hey ,you are stunning ,"
Then you will know exactly how it  feels .

I don't know what to call it
unrequited love , maybe
One sided  for sure,
You occupied a space in my heart ,
A drug i couldn't resist ,
A habit forming one.

I longed for your smile ,
Those ocean eyes
Glittering with mischief ,
your stare gave me butterflies
And awoke an extinct part of me

Small details,
like acknowledging my name ,
Made me feel seen ,
Like i mattered .
You opened a gate
Between imagery and realism

I had long nights
Creating our world ,
Where we dominated
And no one else mattered
Yet you had another world -
One i wasn't included in

Still i let you occupy me ,
Even when my mind whispered .
My heart was busy resisting,
And now i doubt
If you even noticed me .

But no_
I will never regret meeting you .
You will always be apart of me ,
Just like a book
I will always refer to .

So this is goodbye ,
From a girl who once felt seen,
Who was ready to give her all ,
Yet was let down .

Sometimes
some people aren't meant to stay .
They are stories left unfinished ,
Those with no final chapters.
Maybe that's what you were

Maybe it's time i choose me
Over us
My dreams over him _
Because i deserve great things .
I always did .