and so i look into your eyes,
as i melt slowly
I started to realize,
all it carry
The full form of your vice

and so i played with your game,
what you call
a rules of flame
i knew it, i know it
Its full of lame.

playing with me dear
Is not the dumbest way to hurt me
Ive been there,
and i know
how to win that game

He walks slowly
As if he is about to pounce?
His lips move as if

Words should be

Pouring

Out

But no sound
Comes out

They say he's a Freak but
No one dares to say “hi”
They just cross the street
With cautious eyes.
His hair is greasy, dark, and thick
And his clothes seem to swallow him whole

No one has ever heard him speak
But he carries a notebook-
Its worn as if
its lived too many lives
No one questions what could be in it

But

If they opened the book
Did not cross the street
They would read of his service in the marines
Say “hello” for the first time
When they eventually close the book


They would understand.

Feel safe here and now. This is enough.

Foam lines move outwards

From oars that pierce stillness

Spreading just to fade.

Let's immerse ourselves in this moment here and now.
For we don't know when this time may be over.
Let's feel it all and let go of our doubt.
Life is too short and our thoughts too loud.

Sometimes it's worth it to dive deeply into
Whatever shows for you today,
Take all you can, this moment is unique to you,
The harder you think the farther it may be away.

'They say women are supposed to be kept low
But isn't it them who talk about us
They say they control when we come and go
Until it's our name that comes out of their mouth like a cuss'

'They tell us to keep quiet
And so we do, yet we get the pain
They blame us when we start a riot
and then watch us fall like rain'

"Just because we're women
doesn't mean we're not human
Yet we're silently abused again and again
They'll stare as we walk past the crewman'

'Or perhaps you forgot
that you had a mother, sister, or daughter
and treat us asif  we're something to be bought
Then dispose of us like we're waste water.

'Tell us to stay low, but what about those who are the reason for a daughter's death?
won't listen to us when we said 'No'
watched as she drew her last breath.'


'Tell us to keep quiet
to rely on the strong ones
Waiting for my knight
until I saw your sons'

where is all
the compassion?

the empathy?

oh, humanity—

what a disaster.
left me
dumbstruck.

the world’s
spiraling faster
and faster

into a freefall
of selfishness
and carelessness.

we’re supposed
to move forward—
so why’s everyone
racing back
in time?

do you like
what you’ve become?

do you even
remember
what it’s like
to feel
something?

it’s dumb luck
expecting people
to wake up

when they’re
already dead
inside.

i can’t believe it—
they’re so
hollow.

but i won’t be
the one to follow,
won’t fall
in line.

all it takes
is a little compassion.

a little
understanding.

so next time
you open your mouth—

be kind.

Motivating myself
No matter what

We all have fears
These fears are sending thoughts to us.
These thoughts are nothing but bad mirages.
These thoughts feel real but look around
Is any of it here now? No.
Most of the times,
These have started out of one reason
THE ILLUSION OF FEAR.