#lasttime
the last time I saw you,
you walked past me
in a room filled with hundreds of people
but I felt you so close,
the whole city was empty
and I was the only one watching
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 8:24 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
You don't die when you take your last breath, but when someone uses their breath to say your name for the very last time
Dec 24, 2021
Dec 24, 2021 at 4:03 PM UTC
if i knew the last time i saw you was going to be the last
i would've pushed through the crowd
shoved everyone away until it was just me in front of you
i would've wrapped my arms around you
shoved my head in your chest
would've said goodbye i'll miss you and how much you meant to me
but i didn't know
so instead i looked away as you searched for me
i blended into the crowd and willed you not to find me
i hate the past me
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 1:22 PM UTC
The last time we met,
I thought I hugged you tight enough.
Somehow it seems less now.
The stars suddenly dim,
the moon restless.
Hard to breathe, harder to pretend.
Pretense, because normal is non-existent
Pretense, because my happiness chose you over me.
I thought I kissed you enough.
That the world would implode if we kissed a little more.
I wouldn’t mind watching floating in the void space of darkness,
post the assumed explosion, for every night
my heart longs, aching in regret of not making the best of our time.
The last time we met, I did hold you tight.
Hoping to catch your scent, trying to memorize it and guard it with my memory.
That's all there is now, a mild scent.
Evidence, a reminder.
Of life before the pandemic.
Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 3:17 AM UTC
Show me the meaning of love once more this time I'll not go away,
Kiss me once more this time I'll not stop you,
Hold my hand once more this time I'll not pull it off,
Brush my hair once more this time I'll let you,
Giggle me once more so that i can laugh,
Show me the meaning of love once more,
This time I'll do the same.
May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 5:39 PM UTC
you wanted me
to change my idea of love
just so you could continue to do the same thing
Mar 4, 2020
Mar 4, 2020 at 11:17 PM UTC
Last time I saw him he was saying "I will always love you."
Last time I saw him he was holding my hand.
Last time I saw him he smelled of cologne.
Last time, he touched my heart.
This time she is saying "I love you so much."
This time, she is kissing my cheek.
This time, she smells of perfume.
This time, she is touching my soul.
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 12:30 PM UTC
You know what?
I'm done.
I'm done chasing your shadows through the
Sleepless nights
Running away from my anxieties
Feeding on my demons
Just because of you.
I'm done
Suffering for nothing
Feeling empty in every place I go
Seeing your face everywhere
I feel like my life is a total ******** sometimes
Because of you.
I had enough of myself
Running after what, exactly?
Oh, I know I've said this a million times
And I promise this would be the last time
I'd ever chase something
That's never true.
Love exists,
But it's ******** to me.
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 4:59 AM UTC
I saw the piece that'll complete me.
I saw it again.
Maybe, you're confused
And I am so nervous
So how could I start my story?
When I just saw my missing piece?
I am a puzzle
And he's a puzzle piece
I am a mindful art.
A black and white one; gloomy, simple, boring.
I am contented with my life, I am not looking for more.
But then, he came.
He came to me like a thunderstorm
And I cannot do anything because I'm a mere stone.
He's a poor lost soul
And I'm willing to became his foolish map
I was hypnotized with his colorful gaze
And I fell deep.
Yes, I am.
I really am. I knew it was trouble,
He's a trouble.
But I am a willing victim, a suicidal prey
Who’s begging for more.
God! I am pathetic!
I know, those laughter's and fears are worth it.
I know that every burst of anger, every drop of tears are worth it.
I am nothing but a handicapped
When it comes to him.
He used to hug me with his fire- coated body,
It could burn my skin. I am well aware of everything.
Yet I let him.
He touched me like
He's taking the air of my lungs with him
And I know it's deadly
But I can give it all to him.
He's a parasite within my mind, heart, body and soul.
He corrupted me.
He became my skin.
My air to breathe.
I did everything so we could fit perfectly.
And that's when I realized.
I realized that he cannot love me as I love him.
He cannot sacrifice himself as I could give my life for him.
He was selfish, I am selfless.
He was composed of color, I am made of black and white.
That's when it hit me.
I am **** too late to realize! **** too late.
I was falling deep
But I am falling into an abyss of confusion,
An abyss of emptiness and sorrow in the pits of hell.
I am broken.
No, I am always broken.
I look at him blindly and I am at fault.
Maybe I am just desperate
But I am ready to be a fool for him.
I'm a willing victim, a suicidal prey.
I look at him blindly
And forgot that he's a colorful art and
I am just black and white.
I look at him blindly
And forgot that he was a walking disaster
and trouble to my life.
I look at him blindly
And forgot that he's punishing me
With his every touch.
I look at him blindly! I look at him blindly.
But, I cannot look straight at him
'Cause I already gave up… so I am letting him go.
He shattered me into pieces
And now, I'm all alone
As sadness started to grow.
I saw the piece that'll complete me.
I saw it again.
I knew how I reacted
As I saw my missing piece.
I saw it! I saw it.
But I know, someone already took it
Because it is not my puzzle to fit.
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 10:35 AM UTC
The brush of his lips against her neck
The scrape of her nails across his back
The slide of his hand elicits a sigh
The curve of her waist, gripped in his hands
The rhythm of his heart beating in time with her own
The throaty moan that urges him on
The thickness in his voice, reveals his desire
The desperation because they know this is the last time
The gasp of pleasure begging for release
The cry of pleasure as she tips over the edge
The sound of her name, repeated again and again
The whispered goodnight once they have settled
The faint snoring breaking the silence of the room
The decision to stay the night
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 1:21 AM UTC
My hands trembled,
looking at
how bleak my world seemed.
I looked down to see
a red line,
running down my arm.
Closing my eyes,
swallowing the same pills
for what i hoped was the last time.
My hope of eternal sleep,
eroding as i awoke
dizzy and empty of all things.
Maybe i killed her,
or maybe
I killed me.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 4:32 AM UTC
The dance of eyes
The soul of lies
Prancing like the winds,
The fear of the shy
The hesitation to speak
Enhancing the sound of heart.
It's not shyness
It's a game
A game of two
A game of love
A game of heartbeats
A game which is tough.
You call your opponent
A crush
Because your heart crushes
As it fears if your crush is even a part of it
But then it blushes
When you know
That he is the one and only part
Your heart shares
With his soft stares.
The dancing eyes
Look here and there
And in the crowd
Peek at each other like a thief
Stealing another glance
Just one last time
That one last time which stays forever.
We share a glance
And then look away
But this is the chance
When we talk and sway
But shyness always comes in our way.
At last
For the last time
We share our soft stares
We look into each other's eyes
We delve into each other's minds
But then again shyness comes in our way
And we move on our own pathways
Forever unknown to one another
But forever knowing about the secrets stares we shared.
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 9:49 AM UTC
we are puppets
of this late night show
trying to unleash
all these thoughts in a blow
we are athletes
on a championship event
trying to not waste
every second of this moment
the kiss, the hug,
let me swallow every piece
of memory we had
for one last time
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 12:20 PM UTC