We don't hate the world we see,
we only loathe the society where no one can flee.
Ask for a cup of hot tea,
they'd judge you for not drinking a coffee.
Simple things, they'd make it as serious issues;
Serious matters, they'd pretend it doesn't exist.
Unknown people will always be ignored,
everyone knows their hardships, but no one cared enough to end it.
The popular ones have had their sufferings too,
I'm asking, why only them get the sympathy?
Aren't we all pretty?

Don’t we all hear the same sound
of a raging stream
Don’t we all feel the cold breeze
of September’s wind
Don’t we all see the stars shining bright
when it dims
Don’t we all smell that flower’s scent
when it’s spring?

The sound of a flowing water wants us to know that
we still have its melody when we hear nothing
but bones breaking
The touch of zephyr wants us to know that
we still have its warm hug when we need
to feel a thing
The view from above wants us to know that
we still have its solace when everything
our hearts see is darkness
The scent of the flower we hold in our hands wants us to know that
we still have its beauty even when we feel like
everyone’s stabbing us with its torn, cutting our flesh.

We are alive even if we don’t feel like we are.
Love still flows even if we live from afar.

soul opened still fine
though the key wasn’t a match
the heart is, perhaps

as i sat on a soft
and mowed lawn,
i saw the morning light
of the becoming dawn.

as i closed my eyes
to make a wish,
i remembered you as my star,
gone but alive in my mind at least.

It’s white, it’s black, it eats a lot
It purrs on the sight of another cat
Sits anywhere like a king on top
An active cat but still gets fat

A pet so keen that ofttimes judges
Watches every move you don’t do best
Strive, darling, strive, lest
Being chased by world’s greatest pest

Oh no, cats are not pests
No, cats aren’t the pests.

She felt like nothing but a vast empty land
with cracks on every part of its soil,
wished for some drizzles,
yet the clouds let a downpour—
the spaces, the gaps, were filled
by the huge and rapid drops of rain.
It was overwhelming to see,
it happened so suddenly.
With enough courage, bravery,
she let out the emotions, slowly, achingly.

you,

the light from the other side of the tunnel,

if these feet of mine go numb
and i can no longer walk to reach
what’s ahead of me,

may i ask you to please burn brighter?

blind me with luminescence
fill me with colors of hope
clear my stone cold and rugged path

and i, to you, shall smile genuinely
and i, to you, shall nod... gratefully.

it is not the poetry perse
that we depend upon as an escape
it's  the words that we use
to keep our aloof soul safe.

And God made Adam and Eve
their eyes met for the first time
but their hearts collided
even before the stars exploded.
The Lord calls them His creatures,
I prefer calling them humans
who truly loved without wanting anything
but giving each other everything.
This might not be the biblical story,
but this is ours.

Her life is a constant wonder
with soul incessantly wandering
the blues of the deepest voids,
oblivious of the turquoise-blue
it could've found in the shallow of the sea.

She has a mind that seems recondite,
abysmal and profound
she still searches for the meaning of each word
for, to her, it doesn't seem much wrong
maybe the reason she is not understood by many
is because she is not trying to be.

Life can be hard to decipher sometimes
one won't be certain of living
with the absence of existence
yet the other one is certain of existing
even without living.

one of the heart-wrenching questions
you could ever ask yourself:

what happened to me?

i plant seeds of solitude
water them at 12 noon
it sprouts every midnight
dies when you’re around.