My chest is heavy,
and my throat tightens,
Breathing ragged,
head light.

I punch you until my knuckles bruise,
I scream until my throat bleeds.

I shout ‘WHY’
as if you owe me an answer.
I beg for a reason behind this hurt.
‘I hate you,’
three powerful words,
but they barely scratch the surface
of what I feel for you.

I look up.
You’re just a person,
like me.
You have scars,
flaws that don’t fade.
Just like me.

Then I catch the softness of your eyes,
vulnerable, full of emotions I don’t understand.
I feel sorry for you,
in some twisted way.

I blink and realize—
I’m in front of a mirror.
Because the only person I can never escape from
is me.

We grew apart—
not physically, but emotionally.

I watched us fade away,
from each other,
from the world.

Our old photos became antique memories,
hidden in the back of my mind.
Your touch is still engraved in my skin.
Your voice still echoes in my brain.
Your presence, your spirit, still beats within my heart.

The hardest part of change
was knowing it wouldn’t go back.
You wouldn’t be the same person
I once knew so intimately.

I tried to justify your departure.
“This is for the better.”
“We need time apart.”
But nothing filled the comfort you left behind.
No reassuring words or hopeful phrases
could change the irrevocable fact:
you were gone.

I begged the universe for one more night—
to hear your words,
to feel your touch,
to be in your presence just for the sake of it.

But deep down, we both knew—
this was the end.

You were like sand slipping through my fingers.
No matter how tightly I held on,
you were leaving.

I got down on my knees,
pleading with the emptiness,
Stay.
I wanted you—
no, I needed you.

But no matter how much I begged,
you still left.

And so we returned,
to being strangers we once knew.

बीच रात मैं सताया एक ख्वाब ,
कर गया नींद को पूरा बर्बाद।
अब जाग ही गए तो कैसे सोये ,
करवट बदल - बदल हम बैचैन होये ।
मसनद से कह डाली दिल की बातें ,
मेहबूब मान उसे हम रोते रहे रातें।
उस ख्वाब ने जो दर्द जगाया ,
तन्हाई को और बढ़ाया।

It is my habit to walk ever so slow in love.  
My heart stirs when another’s begins to waltz,  
And it sways only when their heart starts to blaze.  
Yet mine burns only after theirs has kindled all the darkness alone.  

I walk slowly in love, and no other pace do I know.
So the one who holds my hand must walk —  
Twenty kilometers an hour—  
While his heart soars upon a jet through the skies.   the taste of flight turns bland  
When fear clutches at your chest.  

And so, I reach each stage too late,  
After struggles unseen by those ahead,  
Who roll their hearts like a ball on the field  
While I drag mine behind me, step by step.  
I arrive after days and weeks,  
When they have long since devoured their emotions  
To pass the time as they wait.  

I find them hollow,  
Save for a faded melody, a withered crimson rose,  
And a weary, lingering tedium.  
My heart chuckles, whispers to me,  
"In such moments, never arriving  
Is better than arriving too late."  
Then it tugs me back—  
And I return.

In the vastness of my space
I write messages in the bathroom mirror
I adress them to myself
Hoping the next day
There will be something
To comfort me
in the warm mist,in the breath
but the next day there is no message for me
like my finger never touched the mirror
I strech my mind
in my houses square metres
living room,kitchen,bedroom
searching the least lonely one
I sit at the couch
thinking of people who could sit there
but the hot tea in my mug
Cant warm  my heart
as it exits my eyes transformed in tears

Sometimes I feel like an alien,
Flying in my little spaceship,
Searching for a place to call my home,
Somewhere to call my own.
I must be from another planet.
What’s normal here,
Isn’t normal to me,
It fills me with fear,
That abnormality,
Isn’t so strange anymore,
How horrid.

Spite and strife,
Common friends,
Together until the end.
Such cruelty,
The normality,
Of hate and evil glee,
At the sacrifice of someone’s purity.

I know humor is subjective,
But I think objectively,
Some things are just not funny,
And shouldn’t have jokes made to laugh at.
Is that so revolutionary?

Does it ever seem to you,
That people are becoming crueler?
Is it just me?
I hope I’m wrong.
Video after video,
Of people whining and complaining,
And screaming at the waiter,
Cause they didn’t get,
The correct,
Amount of the condiment they ordered.
Fights in the streets,
Over petty disagreements.
Road rage at an all-time high,
Why?
People make mistakes,
They do it all the time,
**** it up,
Grow up,
And move on with your life!

I wonder,
What planet I came from,
Cause it sure wasn’t here.
That could be,
The reason,
Why I feel no one gets me,
We are two different species….


Society just loves to complain,
About how things aren’t that great,
But instead of changing anything,
They’ll just complain.
Always putting someone down,
To push them up,
The cowards!
Always easier to hurt another,
When you can’t look in their eyes.
Type your hatred down,
Send it in an instant,
Can’t take it back,
Don’t feel regret now.

I question,
My origin,
Because I refuse to believe,
That I am,
A part,
Of whatever we try to be…

I’ll put a drop in the bucket,
In the hope that,
Kindness will overflow,
And overthrow,
The darkness,
One day…

Sometimes I feel like an alien,
Looking for a home,
Somewhere to call my own…

Not yet plant or earth but soon.
Not yet runes or sin immune

In this room, and as my tomb,
My voice, only speaks as blooms:

Maybe then the creatures and eaters
Can make a home out of this unbeliever

For maybe I perceived or perhaps I was the deceiver
But I hope that in death,
I could be their redeemer
So when the weavers weave their homes
All along my bones,
My tryst with the reaper
Are where the feasts were.