Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
salty
tears,
I became
your demon.

I wish I could take back,
wrapped demons in back sack,
I felt ill with the words I said,
and made me feel so dead.

I can't rewind but can be present,
No need to now be hesitant.
I'm sorry for the hurt I gave you,
You are not nasty, but charisma full.

YOU JUST REMINDED ME.

Now, I will just ignore you,
like all the other girls
I never did fall in love,
it was just love of friends.

You were far too young,
but your personality sang,
What can I say to that,
it was worth more than my bats.
Rofiat 14h
They were there,
But their presence wasn't felt.
I spoke,
but my words drowned in silence.
I smiled,
but my heart didn't.
My feelings were broken,
but my emotions hurt more.
And still,
they all wondered why I stopped trying đŸ˜„
It took them a while to realize they lost someone good
Samuel 20h
One Brutal Friend
Closer than my own spleen,
he calls me buddy.
“Hey, buddy!”

As if struck by a fever,
a silent malady,
he changed—
morphed into a beast,
a movie beast.
An ogre.

Where did the grandiose come from?
What street did you drag that arrogance down?
A lack of empathy,
a thirst for admiration so cruel
it drowns reason.

But he wasn’t born like this.
I knew him long ago—
when “the floor is lava” was gospel,
his bike had no spokes,
and breaking curfew was unthinkable.

Now he calls me.
Then hangs up.
Then calls again—different number.
Games.

I don’t like it.
Don’t call my second phone.
I stole it.
I still forgive you
MacGM 1d
Migration patterns never suited the two of us well.
Minds wander,
and find new sights to see.
You see,
there’s a vast world out there.
We have clawed to see it,
and at each other.
We have trekked different paths that somehow came together,
which was almost Earth-shattering.
Capable of giving Mother Nature motion sickness.
At times we had been bound together like the molecules that were spat from our brains to cause our complete self-destruction.
And because of that, night.
Or just a dark room that I have the key to let myself out of.
We may have broken ourselves apart,
but the crust of the Globe never split.
This had made me realize,
after the factual end of everything,
we will be acquaintances again,
and our vague remembrance will be like a closed ****.
does it hurt? does it flinch you?
to see me now with them
knowing you were with me back then
it was a time where i was loyal to you
i would burn myself for you, oh i
no, i'm not.
do you still have that image of me in your mind?
no, i'm not.
i wish i wasn't the same
i wish you could change, so do i
no, i'm not.
so tell me, do you still see me this way?
like a pray, oh i wish you could just say
it's about friendship okay?
Greatly, do I value your friendship
It is a beautiful relationship
You were a very supportive teammate
Ironically though, it was after we fought
That our friendship really began
But of course, you are a gem of a person
Jesus would be proud of you
Because, so true and sincere are you!

Greatly, do I value your friendship
As well as your husband's friendship
Vivek is a really sweet guy
Always, does he keep you happy
And your children are true diamonds
Surely, does the entire family embody happiness and peace!!

Greatly, do I value your friendship
In our communication, seldom is there a gap
Because, you are **** brutally honest
Though of course, at times you can be extremely sweet
That's what makes you such a brilliant wife and mother
Like you, can there be no other!!

Greatly, do I value your friendship
Never will there be an end, to this relationship
Our bond should grow stronger over time
To Chennai, hopefully soon will I come
Take care and keep that lovely smile on your face
May you be blessed with loads of love, success, happiness and peace!!
Dedicated to Rene, a very warm and caring friend and former colleague of mine.
I cannot tell
Whether my thoughts
Of you,
Are compulsive,
Or something
That I cannot help

Are they sweet signs
Of care and devotion,
Or something
That I’ve taught myself?
You#2
anna 5d
I still think about
those two ten year olds
in the kitchen
baking scones, in the
flour-clouded haze of that early
spring. Tucking in matching lanyards
for our secret club.

I still think about
sitting in your boyish room
and brushing blue chalk
through wavy blond, while
you showed me your favourite
football cards. You'd exhale as a laugh,
a defiant filly's huff.
Lavender oil rubbed onto our
narrow wrists beneath the
orange bands.

I still think about our
sweet innocence. The laughter
we made to deny our
growing up.

I still think about you
when we pass by each other.
Sometimes I smile. Often
I don't. An indifferent glance.
People don't believe me now
when I say we were ever
close as we were. A phantom
lavender scent lingers
at our confluence.
this isn't extremely good literary wise so I might still change it later on
Seasons change suddenly,
Friendships can fade from spring buds,
To crumbling fall leaves.

People leave, they tend to take the fire with them,
Make sure you keep spare logs hidden,
Sometimes it snows in spring.
It snowed this morning. It brought back bitter things.
We’ve clicked zero photos, Motu
Not a single frame to freeze us in pixels,
No smiling selfie, no captured chai cup,
No picture to prove we were ever “us.”

But what is proof, when da soul remembers?
When da eyes hold stories no lens can capture,
When silences between us have said more
Than any caption ever could.

We are a friendship without filters,
A story written in whispers,
And not crafted for timelines
We are da invisible thread, Krishna tied
Without needing flash or filters.

We fought
yes!!!
More than we should’ve.
I don’t know whose nazar passed over our bond
But I know it’s not stronger than what we’ve built.

You say this equation is difficult

I agree.
But I also know da rarest bonds

Are never easy to explain,
They are only meant to be felt!!!

Motu, I might be flawed,
But my intentions, they’re sacred.
Like temple bells at dawn,
Like verses whispered in Vrindavan’s breeze.

I didn’t come to this course to find anyone

But I found you!!!
And that’s the twist in da story
My biggest gift wrapped in an unwanted journey.

So yes, we’ve clicked zero photos.
But we’ve lived a thousand moments.
Moments that breathe in my notebooks,
Moments tucked between lectures and lingering glances,
Moments scribbled in blue ink on your kurta,
Moments that feel more real than any frozen frame.

Ours is not a story for Instagram.
It’s a sacred secret shared between
A boy who fumbled with words
And a girl who saw right through da silence.

And someday, when life scatters us like paper boats,
When people ask me
 Do you have a photo of her?
I’ll smile softly and say,
No
 but I have everything else.
                                                                               By:- Kanishk Baghel
Next page