Sticks and stones,
blood and bones and words can definitely hurt you.

I thought our love was an endless journey – But no one told me it’s a map etched in pain.

I traced our love like a river – But always flowing away from me.

You were my Himalayas – Breathtakingly beautiful but out of my reach.

When I wandered through deserts of loneliness, you offered yourself as an oasis

You are a brief pause in the storm.

You are a mirage I believed in.

But when you left me.....

I collapsed like a glacier.

Quietly, slowly.

Nothing of me left.

But your reflections in melting waters still echoes.

I studied the geography of us

The fault lines.

The elevation.

The distance.

I cried....

Not because you left me

But because I finally understood,

Some places are never meant to meet,

Some loves are parallel lines,

Always close,but never touching.

Now, the only thing that helps me survive is your memory

But even that feels like a mountain I carry while walking on sinking sand.

Raindrops kiss the earth,
he sits beneath the grey sky—
eyes still on the stars.

Clouds hide every light,
but he whispers to the dark,
“Maybe one will fall.”

Storms can’t shake his faith—
even meteors seem far,
but he waits, and waits.

The world says, “Give up.”
He only tightens his grip—
hope like fire inside.

Rain or stars above,
he believes in miracles—
even if they burn.


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I walked past blue mountains,
Beside the crystal stream —
I ambled deep into the forest,
In a mist of emerald green.
Beams of light pirouetted,
Sol’s fire of purity,
Birds preened their wings,
In a shade of serenity.
Whispers rustled in the air,
Earth, water gushed,
A hymn of wind in symphony,
In harmony though hushed.
Midst the song of the forest,
A murmur in the breeze,
My soul, engulfed in silence,
Yet singing . . . at peace.
I stood on firm earthen ground,
At one with trees and ferns,
Knowing it’s from here I come,
And here I will return.

Evening is on the take
The sun herself senses it
Her heat is slipping away
Eclipsed by cold, arctic tendrils
Rilling through the fragile geography
Earth is a strong fighter though
Able to restore itself in serene defiance
Light she brings to keep night in its place

Justified demise of another set of longing eyes,
is it that I'm comprised of a cacophony of longing lies
telling me I'm no good,
that no one should love me, how could they?
A roughly carved shape of a soul and the hole left by selfish doubt
a window to a world of reasons reasoning why I should be left out.

The continual fear that love is a trap designed to erode the calloused halls of frozen walls that carry reassuring tones that the cold is consistent,
that warmth is insistent on melting our walls and making survival an emotional chore when we could just avoid it all. And yet despite the comforting embrace of psychological hypothermia, we want more.

Silent board awaits,
Knight leaps over pawns' defence,
Moonlight whispers check.

Pieces poised for war,
Queen glides with regal purpose,
Victory's sweet breath.

Bishop's path is clear,
Diagonal whispers move,
Endgame's silent thrill.

Rook stands tall and firm,
Castle walls protect the king,
Strategy unfolds.

Checkmate declared,
King's last stand in silent fall,
Triumph's quiet joy.