Tell me what I can do.
Tell me what I have done.
Tell me what I ought to do.
Tell me what I should have done.
Tell me.


It's not you, it's me.
I really don't know how to explain this
But I don't have the will to love you again.


It's not you, it's me.
You love too much and I cannot handle it.
You care too much and I can't accept it.


It's not you, it's me.
You want commitment but I am a traveller.
I want a love that is fleeting, you want forever and a day more.

It's not you, it's me.
I love you too but only for a while.

Don't you worry, my love, I'm doing just fine.

I smile all day and I take my tablets at night.

I talk all day and I flood my pillows at night.

Don't you worry, my love, I'm perfectly fine.

̶"̶i̶t̶ ̶d̶i̶d̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶w̶o̶r̶k̶"̶ ̶



"𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝"

You should have given me a guarantee,
For me to never end up in quarantine,
All alone yearning of your affection,
While securing more detention...

As I look through my past poetries
I've already felt the feelings I am feeling now
Like on repeat stream, I stream through it again
I will capture it once again,
Like a treasured entity.

The paper will be heavily inked
with an account of watery blotches
My eyes heavily rained
it makes an unforgettable picture,
the state of my heart,
the same as this half torn paper.

I stand there
Where you left me....

Untouched ....
From then...
Till now ...

Spending my days and nights
Dreaming to  merge with you....
Like a river that keeps flowing
To merge with the ocean...