It made us feel so happy,
Knowing that you were there,
Whenever we needed someone to talk to
We knew you would always care.

When we would visit to see how you were,
You would look up and smile,
It would bring a tear to our eye,
When we would talk to you for a while.

When we found out that you weren’t feeling well,
We didn’t know what to say,
By then, we couldn’t tell.

Now, your journey has come to an end,
Our hearts go out to you,
We will never forget you,
We will always love you.

"Take a break everyday,
Grieve what burdens you", they said
I chose my tea time
One hour in the evening, everyday
But I do not know why
It never seems to end
When one ends,
The other starts
The sun rises, the sun sets
Day ends, a new day starts
But I have a tea break
That just never ends

Fingertip reaches—rose glass-fractured sky,
but the world keeps turning, indifferent, blind.
We watch, we wait, we sift through the fallen ashes—
searching for warmth in a fire long gone.

Ghosts of wanting drift through the ebb,
feet sinking in time’s marrow-thick river.
Clawing at the hilltop, slipping, gasping—
but do we climb or just fall slower?

Love hums then shatters,
echoes down corridors we dare not tread.
The oaken river swallows its dead,
birds fall southward, wings brittle with regret.

Winter comes for all—darkness too.
Light flickers, just out of reach,
a mirage for the desperate, the reckless,
those who still run, still chase, still bleed.

But what if the answers unravel the mind?
What if understanding breaks us instead?
What if we lose ourselves,
seeking someone else to make us whole?

Is life’s significance just a joke told in passing,
laughter drowned in the howl of the void?
If misery loves company,
why do so many stand alone?

“What is treading on eggshells”
(I’m trying to define it)

Maybe it’s:
When a question is perceived as a judgement?

This is the point in a relationship where, you first sense, that you’re views or actions are not entirely welcome;
The moment where mutual trust evaporates, and you realise that acting in someone’s best interests, has become an intrusion; not necessarily because you overstepped the mark; but because you were perceived to do so, and that this is the moment where joyful innocence, morphs into trepidation and uncertainty.

From this point on, you’ll probably be spending a lot of time, being hyper vigilant of your own words and actions; so not to be perceived as intrusive or offensive.

In conclusion, what you’ve lost!…is your freedom!
and what they’ve lost!…is your honesty and innocence.

I trusted your name,
So You never killed me,
Never I did either.
What do you have to say ?

Yes,
I killed you.
And I made you suffer.

I was 15,
you were same,
I watched your eyes...
And mine in rain,

I am sorry if
You were in pain  ,
my brother ..
you felt that never,

Your eyes were numb,
Nothing that now ,
That makes me better.

I killed you,
my brother...

I was looking at you,
But you were not,

I am not sure if
I missed you a lot.

There was no blood ,
No body.

If you were in fear..
Waiting there,

All in the woods
Staring stairs,

Had I come down then .....
You would not starve then,
Would you have still waited , then?

What do I do now?

Where have you gone .

You killed me ,my brother,
As you made me suffer ,
From the pain you dealt me
I will never be better.