#introspect
Once on a beautiful day,
standing in my beautiful dress,
wondering—
“Why this world cannot be good for all?”
I sat,
I stared,
while the sun was sinking below the horizon,
fading every piece of stone into darkness.
I glanced how the world,
the grass,
the sky turned from golden to gray,
as if they were meant to be this way.
The only thing that stood— JASMINE,
not an ordinary one, but the one that blooms at night.
It was white, shining like jewels with dew drops,
dancing gracefully along the wind.
I wondered—
“What’s actually making this little piece stand?”
The answer blurred in silence,
or maybe my question was my only answer.
Now, I just want to be this flower—
to be my answer.
Nov 17, 2025
Nov 17, 2025 at 3:10 AM UTC
Ash and bones,
lightning and fire —
I lie in a battlefield,
covered with corpses.
No swords.
No guns.
Just my hands
and my war cry.
Battling myself,
battling the world.
The corpses begin to rise.
Ash and bones —
they stare at me,
and I stare back.
In the battlefield of my mind,
I face the bodies
of every version of me
that had to die.
Sep 16, 2025
Sep 16, 2025 at 4:16 PM UTC
Keeping up with the chaos in my mind
I tried to make everything like before
But ended up losing my own core
And my thoughts again clung to past
I tried to let go many times
Forgetting it was my purest addiction
Which resulted in leaving me behind
With the echoes of the stranded scars
Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 9:31 PM UTC
Am I really self-centered?
Well, certainly am I not selfish
Always, do I help people in need
And you definitely cannot accuse me of greed
For my family, cousins and friends
My love and care has no end!
Am I really self-centred?
Not boasting, but am I kind
And loyal to a fault
Certainly, am I a compassionate adult
And do my best to empathise with people
As far as possible
Including even those who don't deserve it
Because, I know what it is like
To be ignored or laughed at
Hence, are there certain jokes
For which I do my best
To keep a poker face
Since, I do not appreciate insensitivity
After all, known am I, for my sensitivity!!
Am I really self-centred?
Yes, there are certain times
When I do tend to be self-obsessed
However, not too often do they come
In fact, often has my heart bled
Even when it was not required!!
Am I really self-centred?
Well, many a mistake have I made
However, always do I apologise
And give people space
I don't repeat my mistakes either
Because, truly do I care
For the wellbeing of others!!
Am I really self-centred?
Many a time, have I cried
Even for relatively small things
Doesn't that tell you something?
The fact that I care a lot
About other people's opinions
Should ideally show, that I am self-centred, NOT
In my life, have I learned a lot of lessons
And, over a period of time, changed for the better
Hope this at least provides the answer
To the question I have been repeatedly asking
Genuinely sorry am I, for all the time wasting
However, I am sure you would have understood by now
As to why and how
This issue means so much to me!!
May 19, 2024
May 19, 2024 at 12:45 PM UTC
you paint your fingernails
i put my fine suit on
Oh, it's going out of style babe
and everything is on sale
Sep 1, 2022
Sep 1, 2022 at 9:01 AM UTC
Distraught,
Destroyed,
Dis,
embodied.
My halls,
The walls,
my wicked falls turn'd from stone,
dissolved to nary a diffid tone thrown by ******* bones.
An amorphous form born from the aimless mourning that now has no space to face and call my own.
Telltale swarms of which I myself did warn would come,
Once and again I crumble from what once which I would succumb.
Myself. Dear. Gone.
I am,
afloat in limbo forever struck with what,
I Left only to silence my mind until once again,
I would find the cut.
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Page 2
My totality revised,
Scratched through like the words unworthy.
Smoothed over the rough draft,
Autobiography progressive,
Nary writing another day's pages.
Jul 7, 2021
Jul 7, 2021 at 4:31 PM UTC
The glistening palm trees cast a Cimmerian shade, stretching far across. Odd was how the dark wavering imprint was perceivable in the tenebrosity of the night. The moon, smothered by the viscous clouds, was unable to fulfill its illuminating role. The wind sang for the nightingales perched on the trees an entrancing sorrowful hymn, a disconsolate requiem, meant solely to succor. All in vain. Such are the innerworkings of a soul tainted by grief and vehement rage. He would ask for forgiveness, but only if he knew how, and even if he did, who would he ask. Once the soul has been blotted, it hardly ever finds its way back to its purity. The same wretched purity that inculcated the need for self-imposed harm. 'Tis true men will desire oblivion rather than not desire at all. He knew all this since the earliest drop of ichor was divulged on his account. Then it streamed, like a river with the steadiest of currents. His hands were, for the first time, sanctified as they soaked the blood. If only he knew how to foster the fire, leaving the trees incinerated, while forsaking the land of all shadow except that of the nightingales fleeing.
Oct 11, 2020
Oct 11, 2020 at 1:22 PM UTC
Should you not find me...
Defining life by seconds
Etching memories on my hands
Should you not find me...
Rehearsing methods in the dressing room
Defining life, I assume
Gin and tonic
Misprint logic
Should you not find me...
Beautifully catastrophic
Oct 3, 2020
Oct 3, 2020 at 12:47 PM UTC
Young child,
Remember the promise,
The contract signed in
your first heartbeat.
Your first breath was not easy
And it never will be.
Young child,
You did not open your eyes
To live the rest of your life
Dreaming;
In your very first speech
You were screaming -
Young child,
You came to us
Squealing
Asking:
"What are these feelings I'm feeling?"
And I told you
This is pain,
You are alive,
And your promise is
Struggle and heartbreak
Even while you smile,
Young Child,
Your promise is death
For a while.
Jul 27, 2020
Jul 27, 2020 at 1:17 AM UTC
I'm in love with a lover
Who is loved by another
and I'd die just to see you
smile at me.
He's the son of a daughter
Who is married to his father
And they're all the children
Of humanity.
I'm stronger in sorrow
I carry till tomorrow
And I'm productive
In insanity
As I chase the devil
The path becomes narrow
And I hate the incarnation
Of profanity.
Here I am.
Do you see me?
I am lost
I'm alone
Lead me to my
Destiny.
I am man.
All men are me.
And I live with this truth
Vicariously.
I'm indebted to your kindness
My lord, you are the finest
And there's no denying
Reality.
I have found my purpose
Help me to stay focused
And save me from your
Calamity.
Jun 15, 2020
Jun 15, 2020 at 6:36 PM UTC
i was born
i lay in a cot
my heart beat rang
i sang and i sang
i gave my voice away
as i matured
naively i was lured
into adulthood
without a hood
naked, i stood
out of breath
no stability
looked for divinity
but nothing concrete
looked back
empty and bleak
but my eyebrows were on fleek
submission
to an ideal
i ride
but i never lay still
i dreamt
but dreaming is to ****
**** reality
**** your own insanity
**** your own vanity
no baby
please keep yo "sanity"
May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 12:26 PM UTC
When we view our lives
through the same magnifying
lens as we view others..
uncanny revelations are guaranteed..
much needed revolution, there will be.
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 1:17 AM UTC
The grim face of chaos
sets in as the world gets
chained to the cacophony.
Speech of silence is unknown,
The silent tortured in their mental cages.
Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 3:13 AM UTC
Tell me my purpose
If I was dead before I was born,
And will die when I am dead.
If death is immortal,
Eternal,
Necessary;
Yet life is frail,
Conditional,
Temporary.
Tell me why I am here
In my joy,
My fury,
My agony.
I suffer,
I change.
I am pushed to my limits and beyond
Burdened with freedom and empathy.
Tell me why I feel such emotions
That last
And alas
Here I am
Triumphant.
So
“Give me hell,
Give me heaven,
All your visions of life.”
Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 10:52 AM UTC
The truth is
There’s always dishes to do
a floor to mop up
a phone call to make
food to cook
fences to paint
people to see
about a dog, about a cat
About a life
you never own up to
because of all the little hurdles
all the small achievements
you rake in your confined Zen garden
neatly piling skipping stones
as if boulders don’t exist outside
as if there’s no mountains that require scaling
as if the big issues
Who you are? Why you are? When will you be?
are not looming over in the distance
casting shadow in the twilight of your days
The truth is
all these notches on your belt
are the sum effort of your laying lows
the trophies for your standing stills
the “what if”s you stifle into the pillow
because you know the odds
never scale with the effort
Truth is
minimal struggle dictates the average
but you decide on the endeavor
blessed are the meek
for they shall inherit the barrens
Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 2:20 AM UTC
i wrote and wrote
spilled black ink on the paper
and watched it dry with the spilled crystals on my cheek
i laughed and laughed
at the lovely memories stuck on repeat
and the foolish things i did
perhaps i wasn't the same person i was before
Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 11:55 AM UTC
Anyone’s a phoenix
Until they lose
Their fire
In the ashes
Of who they were
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 1:37 PM UTC
Holding the compass of uncertainties,
Carrying the baggage of memories,
The drifter is drifting along with the tides…
Without boundaries or borders,
Floating with the moment,
The drifter is weaving timeless dreams…
Playing with the shadow and light,
Swinging with the hands of time,
Unbound in the truth of freedom,
The drifter is living in the moment…
The journey of love and joy,
Build in every pause life takes,
Never holding back the voyage,
The drifter survives in the passion…
Miles and milestones left behind,
The strides always ahead of the past,
Moving forward in the distance,
The drifter fades between the lines of present and future…
Jayakumar K
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 12:56 PM UTC
When the world failed to Console,
A Reflection revealed my Soul.
I was Oblivious of where I'd been,
Until I finally looked WITHIN.
Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 1:33 PM UTC
If we could see
What windows can see
As they gaze out into the night,
Would we stand there amazed?
Perplexed and quite dazed?
Or simply be filled with a fright?
The windows reflect us,
Their glass won't perfect us,
But still we have reason to stare.
Because windows they show you
Yourself like they know you,
And unknown they catch all unaware
May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 8:18 PM UTC
Echoes and whispers
Begin to change
Sound and silence
Become the same
I look back
From where I came
To find solice
In everything
Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 2:00 AM UTC
I need a lover, a mirror, a reflector
to see me truly.
I need you.
I need an army, a battalion, a fortress
to fight my battles.
I need you.
I need the world to lay quiet for a day,
For an hour,
Til I find you.
I need life to chose sides, and always
Pick me
First, above all.
I need you
Lover, friend to always be there,
Reside with me, bid with me, side with me
Always.
I need you.
Who would that be,
You must know by now.
The you of this world
Has got to be me.
-Nov, 1989
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 10:56 PM UTC