Half the time i think with my d*ck
And the other half i dont

Such a foolish i was.
To find love in places where love was scarce

The world outside seems so bright and vibrant
Wont accept me as their friend
But just like all human beings
I too craved emotions and smothered by tlc.

Is it something that was wrong with me?
Because i see others manage so wonderfully
For that time being i thought to myself
I might have been acting likely.

I tried to changed myself
Become who they wanted me to be
But soon i started to realise a truth
All along i couldnt see
A jungle cannot become a garden
A tree trunk cannot become a branch
If you are what you are then
You should let it be.

Love isnt in the air
Its not outside our body , dear
The temptation of love that you desire
Can only be filled if you self care.

Sometimes it seems like,
as if life is just a question paper.
It contains questions about biology and human anatomy.
But your major is accounting.
Now u have to deal with it anyway.

And when you finally manage to get your **** together and clear the test over repeated times of failing then you learn the greatest lesson of all, that is you should never put pineapple on pizza.

If i had to write a few last words
To all my beloved i couldn’t tell
It would be to my:

Mom,
I admire you so much and all your effort
That you do with a smile on your face
Not often that we express the gratitude
But in our heart there will always be a place

You give us unconditional affection
Without requiring anything in return
I wish that i could grow to be a person
As selfless as you are.

Dad,
You have taught me to be a man
So tough as yourself
A man who makes stiff decisions
Yet carries a heart in himself

You taught me the meaning of self respect
And the worth of hard work
Nothing comes free in this world
You grind to make it work

Work that you do yourself
For the wonderful life not a fraction
I cannot thank you enough for all these
But i truly respect your actions.

My siblings,
We fight, i win, you lose
But that does not make you any minor
I don’t express you my amity
Don’t judge me to be this bitter

Indeed we get very less time
To spend with each other
Despite all these in everything you do
I hope you only get better.


I am sorry that i never told you guys
That how much i loved you
Hope i sometime get the chance
To convey that love and encompass
My thanks to you.


Sincerely your dearest
- fuadhassan

If love is a canvas, emotions would be the colors. So if it was only one sided the the artwork is merely half complete.

Its weird how something so beautiful
can become so deadly
owing to the context

Just like how beautiful it is
when we draw the artwork together
with our bodies celebrating our attraction

But when in the same play
comes in a stranger
whose smell you are not accustomed
whose touch is foreign to you
against your will
gives you trauma and haunts you at night
being nightmares

It was just the consent that was missing

The world wont listen to her
Cuz she had no voice
She had to make a hurtful choice
Draw a knife over her skin in a careful manner
As if the voice spoke to her in orange-brown color
She cried inside and broke in shout
And that is how she let the tears out

The bruise healed itself but left its mark
With her white skin with lashes of dark
The safisfaction inside
To see the artwork she made
On her own skin covered in pain

She would wear long sleaves at school and at lunch
Only she knew whats she is hiding
wont talk about it much
The world outside causes her to ache
Unbearable pain makes her suffocate
She gets back home and find that knife
To repeat the process of talking to her life

©fuadhassan