A few pages of loyal reminder,
numbers and days same,
repeated number.
On the hard wall,
time whispers to those blocks
when night is calm.
Every corner filled by loss.
So many deadlines longer than those on your palm.
Every single date carries sorrow
and song of late.
Like clouds they float,
known numbers of unread fate.
Where love wants to grow from scratch,
joyful January blends into forgetful February.
Longest March,
days difficult to catch.
April lingers, but May becomes a stranger.
Heartbreak of June,
eyes distant like the moon.
The sky reminds
summer is danger.
Memories unkind soar in July’s sky.
Wind smells like unfair, thoughts dizzy to fly.
Months never lied. Each date becomes witness
to how many nights pain survived.
August comes as a broken ghost,
where memories are old and lost.
Growing up in an unstable world
where stories of war and blood never get old.
Nature paints a dark tomorrow
when September writes a diary full of green sorrow.
Unchanged October, leaders go for deep slumber.
Mother Earth forgetting to glow amber.
November never stays,
spent almost like messy days.
Losing life and plea for survival
through dreadful December.
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 6:57 AM UTC
A few pages of loyal reminder,
numbers and days same,
repeated number.
On the hard wall,
time whispers to those blocks
when night is calm.
Every corner filled by loss.
So many deadlines longer than those on your palm.
Every single date carries sorrow
and song of late.
Like clouds they float,
known numbers of unread fate.
Where love wants to grow from scratch,
joyful January blends into forgetful February.
Longest March,
days difficult to catch.
April lingers, but May becomes a stranger.
Heartbreak of June,
eyes distant like the moon.
The sky reminds
summer is danger.
Memories unkind soar in July’s sky.
Wind smells like unfair, thoughts dizzy to fly.
Months never lied. Each date becomes witness
to how many nights pain survived.
August comes as a broken ghost,
where memories are old and lost.
Growing up in an unstable world
where stories of war and blood never get old.
Nature paints a dark tomorrow
when September writes a diary full of green sorrow.
Unchanged October, leaders go for deep slumber.
Mother Earth forgetting to glow amber.
November never stays,
spent almost like messy days.
Losing life and plea for survival
through dreadful December.
Losing pages ..
