#fleetingmoments
Some things aren’t meant to be said
Some are meant to be seen
Some are meant to be felt
But others are meant to be lived
Everyone has those moments where, if you could, you would freeze time just to keep them from fading
It could be the first time your lips almost meet
and suddenly you forget how to breathe properly
like the world pauses but no one told it to
Or the first time silence doesn’t feel awkward
just heavy in a good way
like saying everything without saying anything
Or maybe that moment when you catch her looking into your eyes
and everything else goes quiet
the crowd disappears
and for a second it’s just you and her
you notice the way she almost smiles before looking away
But unfortunately we can’t stop time
We can’t even slow it down
And maybe that’s for the better
Because the moment you realize it won’t last
that’s the moment you actually start living it
Only then you start enjoying those moments
hoping for them to happen again despite knowing that they won’t last
And that’s why some things aren’t meant to be said, seen or felt
But are meant to be lived
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 5:48 AM UTC
Yes, we are late.
The sky waits, heavy with unshed rain.
You know how some silences grow longer than lifetimes.
Still, come.
Sit with me here,
where the old banyan’s shadow
touches the water’s edge.
Bring only your breath,
the memory of a firefly’s pulse in your palm,
and the faint, fading scent of champak
on your skin.
Let this be the last stillness—
the moment before the downpour,
before rivers remember how to rise,
before all paths dissolve into the rain.
For the last time,
come close.
Let the world blur,
and leave only this:
your hand in mine,
and the quiet,
just before goodbye.
Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 7:00 AM UTC
an iridescent
dragonfly hovers nearby
sparkling in sunlight
Jul 7, 2025
Jul 7, 2025 at 12:14 PM UTC
Two souls, strangers yet familiar, cross paths in a fleeting moment—an unplanned glance in a bustling city. The air hums with a silent melody, an unspoken promise carried in a whispering breeze.
They collide in the rhythm of a passing crowd, their first words exchanged over an old, torn book at a café. She loves stories, he loves the way she tells them. Laughing, they fill the space between them with warmth, letting their hearts confess before their minds catch up.
But love, like an inked page, does not always follow the lines we expect.
Feb 25, 2025
Feb 25, 2025 at 3:01 AM UTC
saw this cute girl the other day…
while smoking a cigarette at my balcony:
i was hovering over the pathway
she’d eventually cross,
like an apparition watching over
her resplendent ignorance.
she eventually did -
the cigarette, having not been ****** on
for a while, drooped flaccidly
between my fingers.
i flicked the bud:
the ashes drifted away with the wind,
like confetti -
in the same direction she walked off
below -
as i watched from above.
Jan 6, 2025
Jan 6, 2025 at 8:32 AM UTC
She struck me
out of the blue,
the way that most beautiful songs
find you.
It plays out of nowhere,
normally when you're out and about—
one foot out the door,
slipping through the holes
of a random speaker.
Before I knew, I was nodding
my head.
It's already full of things
that don't matter.
My head and the thoughts
That go through it.
Her voice cuts through all of that,
a song you want to know the name of,
so you can hear it again—
one that you hope doesn't end too soon,
but still delicate enough to not
notice when she tips away.
She's a song,
a uniquely beautiful woman
that you notice before she walks
away.
There's not enough in the world
that makes sense.
She pulls me in and confesses
that she's just like me—
the way that most beautiful songs do.
I knew that I would chase her
before she walked away.
Dec 25, 2024
Dec 25, 2024 at 3:29 AM UTC
twig moves with the flow
of strong tides of the river
a man swims upstream
Aug 22, 2020
Aug 22, 2020 at 9:42 PM UTC
How could I ignore the signs
Everyone drooling at the sight of you
Rushing to follow you
Barely believing you’d choose me
Instead wishing it was them
Excited to wake up to your name
But you were the first to
Really look at me like that
Only to drop me in a second
Killing me with flirty remarks
Every time you saw me
Maybe I was naive but
Everything seemed right with you
Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 8:15 AM UTC
blades of grass gather
the wind
cattails sing
of shallow rain
tremors of dragons
litter the sunlight
some carry tears
others cry away
a curl of absence
embroiled with relief
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 2:59 PM UTC