I met my younger self for coffee.
That morning.

Only I never liked the taste then.
Like I still don't like the taste today.

I sit across from a wide eyed girl.
Dressed like she was attending a funeral.
With big dreams to become.
Everything they never thought she could be.

Her smile filled with hope.
With a single question in her mind.
"Did we make it?"
She's too excited to stay still.

I sipped the tea I ordered.
While she is served hot coco.
That reminds her of better days.

She thinks she knows everything.
So it's hard to tell her she doesn't know enough.

Her smile I know hides.
A million secrets.
She puts on a good facade.

It would **** her if I told her.
All things they did.
The men she met.  

Yet if I told her we went to a theater in london.
With friends we never thought we'd find.
She'd scream out with glee.

But it's not my place.
To mess with time and space.
So I saved the good stuff as a secret.

All I whisper.
All I can say.
"We made it out alive."

She stares out of the window in disbelief.
Wanting to have heard much better news.
I take her hands in mine.
"Your better days are still to come.
We have so many more dreams than we did before."

She smiles through the disappointment.
As her phone begins to call.
We still keep our phones on silent.
Because we never liked the noise.

It pains my soul
When one takes their life
A perminent solution
To their struggles and strife

They have no answers
Have no hope
To ease their pain
And be able to cope

Like the rest of us
That struggle along
We're not unique
Or especially strong

See we just do the best
We can day to day
Believing that our problems
Will soon go away

So when one kills themself
Who's to blame
I think everyone
Cause we're all much the same

We need to look out
For those who hurt
Listen more
And be more alert

So open your hearts
Open your ears
To those you know
And treat them dear

For suicide is serious
Beyond recourse
Yet afterward
There's so much remorse

Big or small
Short or tall
During our lives
We all fall

It's the nature of things
Don't ya know
But keep in mind
You're not alone

Though it may seem
It's only you
Struggling and stumbling
Feeling Blue

And everybody else
Is peachy-keen
Livin' it up
Livin' the dream

It seems that way
But it's not true
They get down
And feel blue too

Cause we're all human
In the same boat
Tryin' to navigate
And stay afloat

In these choppy waters
We call our lives
Sometimes it feels like
We won't survive

But we get up
As we always do
Brush ourselves off
And lick our wounds

So when you fall
Don't beat yourself up
Just do your best
To get up off your ****

Oh, my muse! Without you these gardens,
Though spring still comes after frosty winter,
And flowers still bloom, in corners and center.
But there's none to admire daisys alongside,
No-one to watch bluebells and remnicise.

Oh, my muse! Without you these roads,
Though they are still bustling with public,
All moving, to and fro, healthy and sick,
But my walks are far from straight path,
Staggering forward with only little faith.

Oh, my muse! Without you these days,
Though I wake up and follow my routine,
And watch some old and some new scenes,
But somethings always missing from the play,
The lead whose entry seems to be delayed.

Oh, my muse! Without you these nights,
Though Luna spreads it's silvery moonlight,
And twinkling stars still light the dark sky,
But my heart is far from being tranquil,
A slight bump and the chalice may spill.

Oh, my muse! Without you my pen,
Though it still writes whenever it is asked,
And forms phrases any when needed,
But the poems in my mind hide in dark.
For you to come, ignite them with a spark.

Whenever I feel confident enough
To tackle all that is tough
It is you, who will get the credit
Because, your passion is almost impossible to beat
On the other hand, whenever am I down
I know I am not alone
Because, your fiery writing fills me with hope
And ensures I no longer mope
Well, I am a fan of quite a few poets
Yet, very few produce the kind of effect
That you somehow manage to do without even breaking a sweat
Your work sounds a red alert
To the entire Indian literary scene
Which has an unfortunate obsession
With being politically correct
You, on the other hand, are so direct
That you tackle every single issue head-on
Greatly do I admire, your grit and gumption
Though I share not, your profession
Always, do I derive motivation
From your never-say-die spirit
Thus, bit by bit
Do I summon the courage and strength
To do my very best
Fighting every single fear and insecurity
And climbing the huge wall of positivity
Which would ultimately lead me to success
Of course, I do fail sometimes
But thanks to you, afraid am I not
To push the limits
And never will I give up
Because, again, you fill me with so much hope
That even the impossible suddenly becomes possible
And the possible becomes probable
Thank you so much, Dear Comrade!
Jai Bhim!! Vaazgha Periyar!!

Streetlights hum a lullaby
to neon dreams.
Cracked pavement blooms
with graffiti roses.

My heart, a tangled vine,
unfurling in the dark.
Too many words unsaid,
a choked-back symphony.

Phone screen glows,
a cold comfort.
Another night adrift
in the digital sea.

But somewhere, a connection flickers.
A shared breath,
a whispered "me too."

Maybe tomorrow,
the static will clear.
Maybe tomorrow,
we'll find our bloom.

I fall back into the comfort of our once existence.
every time the  other sibs cry out your absence
in black texts- how they MISS YOU SO MUCH.
And yet, your stories are my memories.
In their writing down I am there with you, so much.
There with you -mom- in that old faded yellow Chevrolet
traveling the black top of highways and backroads-
you in the driver seat until it was my turn-
the white lines coding out our secret message-
GO- LET US KEEP GOING.

Dear Miss Beauty Queen
Americana Daydream
Goddess to be honest

Wrapped in a crown of Midwest Mindset
I wanna be enveloped in the hope that you project

From your lighthouse
You beacon
You glow-up our city

Hey rising sign,
I wonder what it’s even like
To be in the shadow of the light that you shine

Libra Ascendant,
You’re just so **** inspiring
Like how Lake Michigan seems never-ending

Je nes sais quoi—
I’m just tryna find the right words for you

Arranged on your apartment floor
Weaving worlds
Into a collage of celestial imagery

I'm Stargazing into your galaxy eyes
Watching them burst and come to life
As you tell me all your big big plans
We all know that you ate
What if we’re great?

I swear to Goddess
You’re like a bad ***** Disney Princess IRL
Musing these dreams to take flight
with a little faith, trust, and some of your pixie dust

At the center of our city
Your heart is the art of the war
Dear lil Miss Helen of Troy-
You’re more than the reflection
of the ones that love you—
You’re how the light shines back

Spinning broken mirrors
EARTH THE POWER
Back from the ones that took your grace for granted…

JE Ne sAis quoi,
I'm just tryna find the right words for you...resilient