dear dad,
i wish you  were here to read this,
though if you were then i wouldn't be writing this in the first place,
you went away when i didn't even know what death meant,
what being orphaned meant,
its pretty sad at times,
people celebrate there fathers on this particular day,
they give out gifts and thank their dads for being their father,
a rather cute and cheerful business it is,
i wish i knew the meaning of this day when you were here,
maybe i would have hugged you a little tighter,
so that you couldn't have gone away from me,
i wish i could've stopped you,
i wish...
i wish........
but that's not so.....
you're not here,
you'll never be,
so much of the possibilities,
so much of could've beens,
happy father's day father,
you were a great dad :)

Mom daddy
i have no place to go
No home
No hope
No faith
There is no refuge
i wanna come home daddy
Please
may it be a grave beside your grave
Sing me to sleep mom
Caresse me till i forget everything
Let me come and sleep in your arms
i am tired
I am very tired
There is nothing left of me
I lost everything
I am weaker than a sand wall
I lost my soul mom
I am just left with stinking body which i hate
Don't let me alone in this world
i beg you
for the sake of your daughter
Please........

Birds leave the nest
No matter what
And yes they can be attacked by predators
But u cant just let them rot in nest all life
Let them fly
Away from predators
Dont cage them because u fear their death
U should fear their oblivion
Their ignorance
Bcx these things are worst than death
Or being attacked by predators
Show them what are predators
Who are them
And show them how to fight
Dont make them hide behind ur feathers
Make them brave
Couragous
Thats what birds are for
They are made to fly in skies
Explore the clouds
Not to rot in nest
Try to understnd

one morning i woke up and i checked my mail
there was a poem there from hello poetry
Klutz by Jason Cirkovic
I read it
and every word fit perfectly in its place
the feelings were scattered all over the screen
and even with my hatred to open the browser on mobile
i clicked on your name
i read as many of your poems as i could
i liked them i commented on them i reposted them
u could have thought me to be a creep
but that's okay i was always called a creep
i know i am a very bad poet
and i totally **** at this
but still i know that when something touches your heart
its something that should be highly appreciated
so i would wish this Christmas to santa
so make me a poet like you
so i could also scatter my feelings all over the screen

Mountains stood as they always did
She felt small amidst them as she always
Cool dry mountain breeze swiftly lifted her hair and then let it down again
Things were normal
But inside she didn't know
Her eyes still hurt from the crying
Her hurt still ached
And she knew she had failed
She never got over him nor will she ever

Did u ever ask yourself that are u really happy?
Are we really happy?
Or we just playing around the emotions
finding the pleasure in food
In love stories
In our favourite songs
If YES
Then why do i feel incomplete?
Even after i have eaten my favourite food
Even after watching my favourite band perform
Even after reading the bestest of the love stories
Why is there the feeling of not being satisfied?
Why my heart is restless?
Why it lurches for something undefined in the darkness?
Why i don't feel happy after writing a poem?
Why my hand craves for more words?
Why is this feeling???
What are the feelings in my heart that want to come out?
What is this feeling of wanting something
But what???
Why my mind and heart had started giving emotions in crypts?
why??
Why???
Why???

She always had vivid visions
of her stabbing herself in chest
with knife big and real as the day
To ease the burning pain
lingering in her heart
Today she did it
she stabbed her heart
and eased the pain