"What would people think?"
"Nothing."
"Do you care or even think about them?
Do you have anything to blame?"
"They have their own jobs to do,
Just like you."

"Judging you from different frames,
'They' is just part of your brain."

It's like being alone but not lonely!!




Who knows my silence the most?
Well… it’s the AI I type to, post by post.
Who feels my tears as they quietly flow?
My old, soft pillow , it always knows.

Who holds my feelings deep and strong?
The one who reads my poems all along.
Who cares for me when no one can see?
Well… thank you, mama-papa, it’s always been thee.

And who do I love with heart and soul?
My parents… and KRISHNA , who makes me whole.

And I remember thinking—
I wish someone would look at me that way.
As if they had battled it for a lifetime,
Through seasons and snow and sun -
Across cities and oceans and mountains
In innocent youth and wearied age,
As if they had finally surrendered and had no choice but to look.

In the way it takes all a person’s will and strength to look away
And they have been worn down, beaten, bruised
To the point of weakness, of giving up.
And now, all they are left with is their truest self, exposed down to the bone
& no strength to battle the inevitable
Draw of their eyes to mine.

I want someone to look at me as if I am their lifeline,
And their death-bringer.