If I could give you just one piece of advice,
It would be this —
Don’t fall in love in this lifetime.

In this lifetime, be soft, and be kind.
Don’t be in a rush — go slow, take your time.
Don’t tie yourself down — go explore, and go travel.
Take risks, and be open — let your spirit unravel.

Live loudly, without fear of the unknown,
And wherever you go — make it your home.
Allow yourself to grow, to change, and expand.
Learn everything about everything — learn as much as you can.

If it’s not in your control, let it pass — let it go.
Keep the lessons as reminders, practise how to say “no.”
Be flexible with your time — even more with expectation,
But strong in your belief, and your moral foundation.

Assume people are good — then believe what they show.
Watch for their actions — that’s how you will know.
Be inspired by the world, and all that surrounds.
Seek out the beauty — in imperfection found.

Make mistakes — and make many, as often as you can.
Take the time that you need — to learn from each of them.
Be curious, and courageous — in all that you do.
Listen first, before speaking — when spoken to.

Find solace in solitude — there is strength in being alone.
Know when you can, and can’t, do it on your own.
Try everything at least once — don’t let opportunity go.
Have every experience — only then can you know.

That despite all of this — and when it’s still not enough,
You will find yourself drawn to that feeling of love.

So;
Love with everything you have — be honest, be true,
And when that love turns to pain — love all of that too.

Dear Life

You are the greatest gift every living soul possesses.
I try to live you to the fullest each day,
Yet somehow, I always leave something behind.
Perhaps it is because, in your vastness,
One day is never enough.


Dear Love

Sweetest feeling anyone could ever know,
And yet the strangest force to ever pass through a human heart.
You make the strongest weak,
And the weakest strong.
You hear the drums of the rich, yet dance to the gong of the poor.
You are full of sight, yet blind
Full of sound, yet deaf.
You arrive without warning,
And vanish without a trace.
Ah, what an absurdist you are.


Dear Pain.

I feel you when I am hurt,
Yet when the hurt runs deeper,
You become numb,
And I feel you no more.
You make me,
You break me,
I break you,
I make me.


Dear Time,

With every second you move your hand
You bring me closer to my dreams and my doom
Sometimes you pass, and I am as blithe as a sparrow
Other times, as sad as a widow
I wish you could be my friend
For with you, I blend.

Dear Boatman,

I hope you will sail gently,
And paddle softly.
May your boat never capsize,
So the soul of my lost loved one
May reach the shore in peace.


Dear Oh Dear,

If I must leave,
Do not grieve for me.
It is my destiny to be
Every smile you see,
Over land and sea.
Though shattered dreams are hard to fix,
And fading emotions are hard to see,
For life
It's you and me.


Dear Dream,

Will you ever come true?
Maybe you are only a nightmare?
Still, I live every second to fulfil you.
Till I get there,
It’s you I will hold on to........Dreams.

i got addicted to the emotional roller coaster

now i can't find my balance on steady ground

high hopes and low blows

love bombed me like the fireworks on your birthday

and you convinced me that wasn't the case

but who talks rings and cradles

when my hands have barely touched your soul?

we were still strangers

i should've known

i showed you the demons from my past

you swore you wouldn't hurt me like that

but you went on and did exactly just that

you left me high and dry

abandoned me without a trace

never any rhyme or reason

i made peace without closure

you tucked your tail between your legs

and ran like a scared little boy at the first sign of danger

then of course

just like clockwork

you came crawling back

begging for forgiveness

begging for my hand again

begging for love

but i've already given it to someone else

and unlike you

i have no regrets

because i would rather sit by a warm log fire on a winter's eve

than to shiver at explosive fireworks in the night sky

on any given day

I am a dying child,
who just wants ice screams
instead of getting endless screams.
I've turned into a girl with desires,
and one of them is to have limited hours
another is to rewind and to feel like flowers.

Time flies so fast once I am in the echo of my bed,
and I can the warm pour on my cheek.
It's become an outfit and maybe I am a geek.
I don't have goals and I can't see my goals
perhaps because they say I've had too much oats.

I have the person that was born on 23 June,
because I've grown to be such a goon.
Maybe all I need is therapy,
or they just need tranquility?

—the shadowy corners, the internal debate, and the lasting scar.
In shadowed halls where thoughts reside,
My good and evil stood side-by-side.
One a faint light, a gentle plea,
"Choose kindness, set your spirit free."
The other, a sneer from depths of night,
"Embrace the chaos, crave the might."
Their voices clashed, a poisoned sound,
As shadows coiled and spun around.
My soul, a stage for war's grim art,
Felt torn, a rift that ripped apart.
Not one could conquer, not one could quell,
But each left a wound, a twisted hell.
And in the silence, after the fight,
A scar remained, between dark and light.
A jagged mark, a truth I knew,
The monster and the angel are both me and you.

In shadowed glass, a visage grim,
A fractured form, a haunting whim.
A shattered self, a twisted sight,
A chilling echo in the night.
His eyes, once bright, now hollowed deep,
A silent scream, a soul asleep.
Each shattered piece, a haunting cry,
A constant specter, drawing nigh.
He seeks escape, a futile chase,
The mirrored ghost, a relentless pace.
In every room, in every hall,
The broken image, answers the call.
A chilling whisper, a chilling breath,
The fractured self, the harbinger of death.
Forever trapped, in shattered glass,
A chilling tale, forever to last.