Glass tears dance on the lawn of dreams –
offered sweetness at hand; while the Beast
breathes fire over frost; black fur coiled in winter’s
chill, his warmth a lie dressed in comfort.

He offers blindness as a blessing, the bliss
of the thoughtless path. In the silence of white
winter, you take his claw, mistaking it for a hand.
“To die for”—a morbid metaphor— what is the gift
of a Beast meant for?

Around him, the dancing lich spins— leeches
birthed  from tombs of need. A cliff that clefts;
as a cleft lip cannot speak the truth, it only bleeds.
Closed eyes cannot paint the dark—
but they stay loyal  to its canvas.

Left bereft—travelers avoid certain subjects:
being sick of yourself, tasting your own *****.
But hush now— we’ll skip the topic. Change the
subject. And bury that scent.

As she was sent; and of all the objects she takes
from the Beast—he cures grief with a sugar-coated sting.
But bittersweet is still a shade of sweet, it rots your teeth,
and maybe he works with the tooth fairy to collect what
decay leaves behind.

But in the cold, no one heals— they run to the hills,
as their heels are clicking in panic of snow-bitten ground.
Perhaps this time, Little Red took the wrong road—
and the wolf she met, has grown hungrier from
feasting quietly on empty bones.

      ....there's no-one to save her at all.

I woke up today feeling brand new
Seven years of hell
That you put me through
Today marks that day
Today i am new
No longer cursed by you

Today i would usually wake up
Feeling your hands on my skin
Behind my back
Like a heart attack
The torture
The fear
The guilt
The tears

This time
I'm new
This time I'm over you
My cells have changed
I am not the same
I'm stronger now
I'm no longer lost
But found

I'll never hit the ground
Screaming your name again
I'll still feel the pain
Behind my brain
Never in my skin
Never in my bed
You,
                          I have shed
Forever you are dead
And I am free
I can feel it in my body~

A flower oh so rare
Just one amongst a garden full
Gleaming bright like a star
Impossible to deny its pull

Caving to its beauty
Set on to find the seeds
After years of search
Heart finally found what it needs

It starts with excitement
Grows into a beautiful bloom
With lush leaves unseen
Nurtured by everything it assumes

But time of course takes its toll
Once you have it, it fades away
What once was everything in the world
Slowly becomes a far and distant sway

One missed watering
A harmless slight
Surely tomorrow
It’ll regain its might

Forgetting to nourish
Neglecting to tend
Assuming its resilience
Would never bend

But with wilted petals
It whispered goodbye
It couldn’t survive
Even though it did try

In this bittersweet garden of love
A lesson to be learnt
Just like flowers without enough care
Bonds too can be burned

I painted his nails hot pink,
called it a joke,
but we both held on
too long.

He hummed my favorite song,
two notes behind,
like catching up
was close enough.

He carried me upstairs once —
said I was light.
I believed him.

The polish chipped.
We didn’t.

Now,
he’s a voice
I scroll past,

and somewhere,
a pair of chipped pink nails
he never scrubbed off

The tree stands in the corner, vibrant and full,
its needles still bright, though winter presses close.
There is joy in the room, but it feels stretched thin,
the space between smiles a little wider than it should be.
The fireplace crackles, but its warmth cannot erase
the coldness that lingers in corners of the heart,
memories too heavy to hide beneath the cheer.

You watch as others unwrap their joy,
but the wrapping paper feels thin,
the ribbons untied, the colors muted.
There is laughter, but it tastes of something sour—
the kind of laughter that echoes too loud
because it is hiding something you don’t want to speak.

Christmas is supposed to be light,
but this year it feels like a burden
draped in tinsel, asking you to carry it
as if you don’t already have enough weight
in your hands.

"Stay away from the people who behave or talk sweetly.
Sugar is injurious to health even sugar-coated words."