Beneath the vast celestial dome
We surround the sizzling blaze
As moon wears a halo
Perhaps the night breeze is too cold
our laughter soars
giggles unwind
Flames dance recklessly
Joy blankets us
We might have forgoten
about me cold
That passes through the stitches of our clothes
we sing the song of love
tales of folklore
In the fleeting shadows of
Our dances
new adventure abides
But as the moonlight kisses the horizon's crest
our journey ends
For in those moments,
however brief we will stay a while
You & I
In this memory haven we will never say goodbye.

Under a sky cloaked in soft gray,
the rain falls in quiet whispers,
tapping on leaves, thrusting them down
pooling in quiet corners,
weaving songs only stillness can hear.

I sit by the window,
watching the world blur at its edges,
each drop shaped like lens
that bends light and time.

And yet, somewhere deep within,
I wait.
Not for the rain to stop,
but for the light
to thread its way
through the heavy clouds.

I imagine it now—
a soft, golden breath
amongst the blue
warming the earth,
awakening hidden colors
that slept beneath the gray.

Until then, I let the rain be,
let it paint the world in quiet tones
As the sky moans
And when sun comes,
Not if
For even the longest rains
must yield to the sky’s
golden embrace
make space for this heart
to find solace

Numb evenings
Are when
My fingers run miles
Looking at your pictures
Writing you poetries
Writing messages
I will never send
Writing casual text
Text to let you know that I miss you
Text to let you know you hurt me
Texts to ask why you don't write to me
Text that says I am mad at you
And when night ends
With you in my mind
With tears, I shouldn't cry
I wonder if you think of me
Even for a fraction of second
Because that would make
this heartbreak
a little worthwhile.

I would give you my slice of life, but
it’s like trying to hand you the horizon
a stretch of color that can never fit in your palm
You’d ask for details,
and I’d offer the taste of rain on the skin,
the way the world holds its breath before thunder,
a pause that fills your lungs like forgotten words.

There are mornings I wake up
and the air feels like an old letter,
creases worn smooth by time
I would give you that too,
but how do you hold a memory
that hasn’t yet figured out what it is?

You would want to know about the silence
between the seconds
the space where nothing happens
and everything happens
I’d give you that,
if I could explain how it feels
to sit with a half-made thought.

I can only offer fragments
a fleeting look in someone’s eyes,
the quiet rhythm of a clock
refusing to rush when you want it to
the way a day slips from morning to evening
I would give you my slice of life,
but all I have are these pieces,
and none of them are quite enough
quite complete
to make you feel what it’s like
to live inside them

You teach me a lot
You teach me
what not to do
who not to be
............................

For all the things you have said to me
To let me know you love me
The one that I love the most
Isnt that
I am your moon
Or star
Irony is
Its sans words
Its when you look at me
Like
Just being me is enough for you
I dont need to be
the most beautiful girl in the world
For you to fall and stay in love
With me

"Beware!" they cry, the labels shouting,
in bold black ink on every carton,
a silent dirge for our carefree days.
Caffeine? Cancer. Baby shampoo?
Cancer. The air? Oh yes, even the air.

"Why stop there?" I mutter, peeling a banana.
Does it whisper secrets of formaldehyde
as I break its spine?
"This banana is known to the state of California
to cause despair in lab rats," it might say,
if it could speak past the peel.

"Prop 65 follows you," says my toaster.
It sparks. "You are glowing,
a walking hazard zone,
dripping BPA-laced tears into your coffee."

"Not everything has a label," I reply.
The tree outside—free of warnings,
branches unapologetic as they sway.
But wait. I catch a whiff of its resin.
That familiar tang of maybe-malignancy.

"Your tree, too," the toaster smirks,
"Nature is not immune.
Your lungs inhale its carcinogenic bouquet.
California sees all,
labels all, fears all."

I exhale sharply.
"One day," I snap, "I'll wake up,
look at my hand, and see
‘WARNING: This skin
contains trace amounts of existence,
a substance known to cause death
in 100% of cases.’”

The toaster blinks. "Too late.
You already knew that."

We striped every night
Clothes
Skin
Until I striped to the bone
And realized
You were merely
Taking off your
Many façades
While I stood here
Bare
Naked

I never learned to hold today.
Always too busy watching it slip,
waiting for it to become softer,
waiting for it to turn into yesterday.

I live like a thief in reverse,
stealing moments from myself,
hoarding them in the vault of yesterday
where they gleam with the lie of permanence.

But the present?
It terrifies me.
Its edges are too sharp,
its light too blinding,
its weight too heavy for hands
that only know how to clutch at shadows.

I wish I had stayed,
just once,
long enough to feel the warmth
before it turned cold.
Long enough to call it mine
before it belonged to the past.

But here I am again,
watching today dissolve into memory,
wishing I had loved it
while it was still alive.

If the world is ending
I would still stare in your eyes
Not the reflection of the chaos
But a mirror to a heart
That chose to love mine
For I find those eyes staring right at mine
If the world is ending
You would stare at mine.

The tune stays, persistent,
a ghost in my mind,
hovering just out of reach—
not a song,
not yet,

just a rhythm I hum
into the hollow of memory

I try everything:
apps that listen,
algorithms that promise
I hum and hum,

my voice shaky, uneven,
but no machine knows the language
of longing
I scour playlists,

search through archives,
type fragments into search bars,

grasping for something
I’m not sure even exists

Each failure makes the tune sharper,
louder, crueler
Years pass, and it lingers
A quiet ache folded
into the back of my thoughts
I stop searching,
but it doesn’t stop following
Then one day, in a café,
the song finds me
It slips from the speakers,
so soft I almost miss it
And then—there it is,
every note, every beat,
the rhythm I have carried for so long
I freeze
The world tilts as I listen,
fingers trembling on my cup
I am there,

back in the mustard fields,
the mango trees,

the laughter
I don’t cry,
but something deep inside me shifts,
like a door opening
to let in the light
The song
The song
The song
is Real

.......................
You.
.......................

Somedays like today
I want to curl up in bed
wanting to hurt myself
somedays like today
I want to drink myself to death
somedays like today
I want to cry till
I don't hear my brain
Somedays like today
I wish I didn't exist
At all

I don't write poetries not because I don't have words
I am harsh on myself
I am afraid I won't weave words that are
Aesthetic
That caress your heart
My poems are inadequate
Just like me
They don't speak to you
No matter how much I try
They won't strum your heart
So, I rather trap my words
in my mouth
And gulp it deep down
No words ever to be found.

Sometimes the best thing to do
is
to let things slip away
like that beautiful sunset
you wish never
ended.

I  cannot help but puncture my heart
of the belief that it has found the one

When you fell out of love
I fell out of life

At this rate
We might die of exploding heart
trying to fit something so vast
in something as small as
fist of our hands

You are this
Beautiful being
with wildflowers for eyes
ocean waves for hair
And I am just me
normal
ordinary
as
a girl can be

When I die
Please plant my heart
So it can finally grow
For my death would
Mean the death of you
As while alive
It was stuck on you

Its been a month
Since I last wrote poetry
For a person
Who could cry everyday
I have not been myself
Lately
I am just flesh and bones
Amongst my own ghost

I used to love love
You broke me
And
I am not capable of loving
anymore.

I am here trying to tie
Loose ends of your heart
While you rip me out of it

I can’t quite place the feeling—
like I’ve known you forever
but still just met you.
Maybe this is what love feels like,
familiar and new at the same time,
too close and too far,
woven into everything that has ever come before,
and nothing at all.

Orange rays slouch on the leaves
trees sway to the music of
kids playing
lovers giggling
crickets chirping
With the last glimpse of daylight
nature must dance to
the beats of the evening
of togetherness
and of harmony
before the night
pulls the curtains
and applauds the day
And welcomes the
waltz of fireflies
and gentle breeze
in twilight's kiss

Wait
Not now
Maybe tomorrow
When I gather all of the broken pieces
So you don't step on the remnants of my yesterdays

I was walking uphill last evening
And I spot
A flock of clouds making home
Before dawn
The daylight is fading
Faster than they anticipated
And suddenly I spot
A street light  
Light up
So the clouds can make their way
home
Safe

People say even the best of things
are not meant to be
when the time is not right
and
when you are not ready
All I know is
I had never felt so sure
about anything else
like every moment of my life
existed so
I could find you
Hold you
And
when you said you weren't ready
Instead of turning clocks
I wish I told myself
"We just arent meant to be"

You were a season I couldn’t keep,
a moment carved in sunlight,
fading as the earth turned.
Yet, even now,
when the echoes of your name
have settled into quiet,
you remain, not as longing,
but as a breath I hold
when the world feels too loud.

It isn’t you I ache for,
but the colors you brought—
soft golds of laughter,
stormy grays of understanding,
the blue of your quiet courage
painting the edges of my days.

When I stand in someone else’s orbit,
a different warmth touching my face,
you’re not a shadow between us
but a constellation far away,
a map of where I’ve been,
not where I’m going.

I love you still,
not as the dream I once wove,
but as the truth I found in knowing you—
the way you reminded me
to believe in kindness,
to carry hope like a torch
even when the wind howled.

Forever isn’t a chain;
it’s the way I smile
when a song catches me unaware,
the way the scent of rain
carries me back to your laughter,
the way I see pieces of you
in the courage of strangers.

You are not my forever love,
but you are my forever lesson,
a memory that walks beside me,
not in longing, but in gratitude.

You say you are not enough
But a sip of you gives me
a lifetime of joy

I erase your name
only to write it
all over again

What I feel for you is
A plethora of emotions
What you feel for me is
A string
Of incoherently
Phrased
Text

I was looking for
Something permanent
You turned out to be
A temporary dopamine

Under the boundless skies
You and I stand eye to eye
You hold my hand
Pull me close
Your feet glide the floor
Our hearts are at the shore
of our souls
Each second
We merge with the
rhythm of our
pounding hearts
Our souls intertwine
with
the eternal dance
of two minds

You look in the mirror
and say you're not beautiful
when you should have been looking into my eyes
to find that out.