#innerfeelings
I was walking back to my seat
with nothing in my hands
but an exam waiting for answers,
a hall full of silence,
time counting itself in minutes and marks.
I stepped out only to leave my bag,
never knowing
something else was about to be written into me.
At the last bench
she stood -
not calling,
not trying,
just being.
The world kept ignoring beauty
like it always does,
but I failed…
my eyes found her
before my thoughts could look away.
Then it happened.
Her eyebrows lifted once,
softly, slowly,
like the moon
moving through a thin cloud.
No signal,
no intention,
just a quiet rise
carrying a small sacred happiness
that entered me
without sound.
Her eyes held a depth
no book had ever taught,
and her brows rested around them
like alankāra -
not decoration,
but completion.
I forgot where I was going,
forgot why I was walking,
time loosened its grip,
and the exam, the paper, the rules
faded somewhere far away.
I was not lost in confusion,
I was lost in clarity -
the kind that comes
when something true
stands before you.
She did nothing more.
She did not speak.
She did not smile.
Yet something in me
quietly came undone.
Because some moments
do not need to repeat
to last forever.
I reached my seat at last
carrying a strange new weight
no invigilator could ever take.
The paper was full of questions,
but my heart had already answered one -
even in a room built for judgment,
beauty can rise for a second
like the moon,
and leave a person
silently transformed!!!!
WORK FROM:
TO HER WHO ALREADY KNOWS!
Feb 6
Feb 6, 2026 at 1:33 AM UTC
Maybe I should've stopped him more.
Like a moth, drawn to the flame of my silence.
no matter how warm it feels,
too much light is bound to burn.
Even if he is happy now,
he might wake up
with ash in his mouth.
Sometimes,
I am afraid of your unconditional kindness--
like rain falling on a paper house.
Beautiful,
but destined to collapse.
Even if it's a fleeting connection,
I am afraid that one day...
you might regret me.
May 19, 2025
May 19, 2025 at 6:58 AM UTC
It's eating me up alive,
Or am I too rotten to be fed?
Alone, inside-out, my head—
Let me out of this horror fest.
Pictures became archives,
Of a repetitive, stagnant time.
Anger manifests itself—
Am I rotten enough yet?
A sharp pain in my chest;
I put on a smile instead.
Juices seeping out, blood-red—
Pages fill my medical files.
Is it supposed to be a crime?
I am my own target.
The old folks lied—
An apple couldn't keep me alive.
Words cut deeper than knives,
Wounds that fester in my mind.
Home to others, not myself—
Am I rotten enough yet?
Sep 3, 2024
Sep 3, 2024 at 10:13 AM UTC
Who am I?
I think to myself all the time.
I want to be someone.
But how do I figure that out?
I have this dream.
But is that who I really am?
How do I know?
I feel lonely and
Scared.
Life is a clock.
Keeps moving
Never stopping.
One day.
I will be left behind.
While the world moves on.
Slowly, but
Surely.
Steady.
But I am not ready
For the universe
To see me
For who I am.
Who I want to be.
I am frightented
To challenge myself.
Monotonic movements.
Day by day.
Feeling low.
Drunk on daydreams.
When will I feel whole?
When will I be...
ME?
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 4:45 PM UTC
The tears running down my face are like endless streams there’s no stopping them
And the mask I wear destroys itself at night
Because at night is where I truly become myself
You fool the ones you love and betray yourself in becoming someone you once could never imagine to be
You ride a roller coaster with the name Life and it’s something you battle all the time it’s never ending
You try and appreciate everything but everything you do is taken for granted and your beautiful light soul becomes the darkest one
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 10:25 PM UTC