#lovedones
I build you a town,
hoping that my stones will be --
able to bear you.
Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 5:06 AM UTC
My soul, it aches
For those I can no longer find
Now that my world darkened
And my heart went blind.
In Heaven, I dont want
Streets of gold or lavish homes.
It's a field of lost hopes and dreams,
And every lost love -- in race we'd meet.
The world is so bland and dull,
Yet with new love I try to spread
In hopes of brightening new souls
And maybe, just maybe honor my dead.
Death is woman who's always been impatient,
Yet every day and every night,
I close my eyes and softly beg,
That she not curse me with her blight --
Please not now. Just one more night.
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 5:25 AM UTC
Loved one have faded,
My heart aches and my tears fall,
As my mind tells lies
Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 1:22 PM UTC
The weighted blanket,
I wasn't meant to carry,
layer after layer,
of burned threads,
leaving stains where they are,
for it wasn't made for my bed.
Apr 23, 2025
Apr 23, 2025 at 9:44 PM UTC
You left me — but your voice lingers still,
a quiet echo threading the hollow of my chest.
Each word, a ghost — soft as smoke,
yet heavy as stones I cannot lay down.
Tell me — does absence end a presence,
or do the shadows of love remain,
like paintings in an empty gallery,
etched into the silence of who we were?
In every corner of my mind,
your words move like uninvited guests,
rearranging memories,
leaving traces where you once filled every space.
If love is gone —
why does my heart still tune itself
to the phantom murmurs of your voice,
waiting, endlessly,
for a silence that heals?
Mar 13, 2025
Mar 13, 2025 at 11:53 AM UTC
We live,
We suffer long enough
To die,
Ask a man , old,
Older than those streets,
Who moulds memories in the footpath
Of misery,
1 or a million die in his existence
Still he lives,
He lives In those ashes n graves
And questions,
Is he a boon or so unloved to be betrayed by death,
His bones tremble n crack,
Lifting weight of dead
Dead that were ones alive
To make him stop question
That why he lives,
Now as he narrows down
His vision to embrace,
He personifies
His desperation to die,
Be it the scarf or the pen,
Or Rotting in the fen,
Or bathing in the acid,
Or not so happy ig placid,
Be it the snakes or the worms,
Or leaches in their throngs,
Devouring his curse,
As he crumble down his purse,
He whisper to his lady,
Who lives in her arcady,
They will cross their paths aboon,
As he still thinks,
He will get his death so soon.
Jan 16, 2025
Jan 16, 2025 at 12:45 PM UTC
We met once again,
In an instance
Outside of time.
You reminded me
You hadn't gone.
And, we caught up
On moments lost.
You explained,
It was just
A misunderstanding.
You had hid away,
To make us all
Realize
How much we loved you
When you were
Here.
The solace I felt
At your return
Filled me up.
Just like old times.
Until, you needed to go
Again;
Leaving me wondering,
When I'll see you again.
For, you had many
Loved ones to visit
That night;
And you were the
Shared connection
Between us all.
As I wiped the
Sleep from my eye,
I got ready for the day
Without you.
~
Yes, my friend, my heart has enough space to carry you a thousand times, back and forth from here to there. And, I know there will be a space for me in yours when I see you then.
Dec 31, 2024
Dec 31, 2024 at 12:24 AM UTC
Back in the Garden
of Love, I walk around lost --
among gravestones.
Nov 20, 2023
Nov 20, 2023 at 3:59 AM UTC
When I lay in bed
It's your scent
Soaked and washed over me
Your arms like shelter
Keeping the day away
Because lord knows I've needed you
More recently than before
Days spanding into weeks then months
Hunger screaming in my pit
Dark and stormy
Are the skies that hover over
But when I lay
You are there
You are always there
In memories I keep you alive
But outside our bed
Your body is where it's always been
Back at the cemetery
Where I had to say goodbye
Jul 5, 2023
Jul 5, 2023 at 7:20 AM UTC
I know it's been a long time coming.
But these days, it doesn't seem
like anyone's home emotionally.
Like we all took a midnight drive
to clear our head.
But by the time we were ready to come back, we got lost
because the street lights were dead.
This is a call to all our loved ones waiting anxiously by the door:
Turn the lights on.
We don't want to be alone anymore.
Sep 6, 2021
Sep 6, 2021 at 8:13 PM UTC
What is this longing that i feel?
Is the moon getting older
or everyone around me bitter?
My heart is streched,
into millions of pieces
Unable to recognize what it's calling for.
Who do i talk to, when it feels the loneliest?
The house is getting cold,
my feet heavy.
It is creeping on me
How do you help,
how do you soothe
when you feel
the weight of the worried on your shoulders?
Do you ever feel the pain of your loved ones as your own?
Aug 20, 2021
Aug 20, 2021 at 11:46 PM UTC
I get you
we're one
I feel your essence
and you feel mine
and my loneliness
in crowded spaces
with eyes pretending
to understand my thinking
and my pain
and my mending
You get me
get my anger
and my shame
and my torment
and how everything hurts
my skin tense
like needles are stuck in it
and tearing it apart
and i think i exaggerate
and i make up things in my mind
to try and survive
all the horrible darkness
the average human knows
but you tell me
that it's fine
it is mine
I'll survive
day by day
step by step
and that this pain is real
though it can't be seen
and i tell myself that i fake it
but it causes me to cry
at random times at night
when all else is still
but all is blurry inside
and i get a sense of clarity
when i'm hurting
cause i'm trying
to make sense of my reality
and you get me
and it's alright
and we promise each other
we'll be fine
Jun 12, 2021
Jun 12, 2021 at 6:57 PM UTC
when we sit in the shade
from the burning sun on the
autumn afternoon, listening
to the children hunt for eggs,
all i can think is that you all
belong here.
i am the imposter, i can feel that they know. your jokes are all funny and i can't find the energy to laugh.
i don't want to be here, i hate 'family lunch'es, i hate pretending to be alright when i just want to sit in my room, alone.
family is always priority for me,
but i cannot place them in my life.
so we sit, laughing with all your loved ones,
and i pretend not to feel alone.
Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 2:09 PM UTC
We often think strangers have,
The upper hand in crafting our pain,
We believe they feel no remorse,
For their cruel deeds.
But most times,
It’s the ones closest to us,
Who recklessly hurt us,
Without feeling any guilt.
Jan 13, 2021
Jan 13, 2021 at 4:46 AM UTC
Everybody says I'm nothing;
Yes, I'm nothing.
I'm not popular,
I'm not beautiful in other people's eye,
They say I'm crazy, I'm horrible, I'm a loser.
But I have my family who cares for me;
I only have few friends who supports me;
I only have few people who truly loves me.
Those "few people" are the ones who makes my day complete.
Those "few people" are the ones who makes me happy and they are a gift to me.
Yes, You can say I'm nothing;
But I have everything.
Sep 5, 2020
Sep 5, 2020 at 7:14 AM UTC
Aren't we the same as the ancient trilobite... That no longer exists but still found in fossil memories?
For we may perish upon the face of the earth...
But our essence remains in the soil in the form of tender shapes carved in the rocks of yesterday...
We will be found in the hearts of all who loved us and still love us...
Inspite of our surrender in the ever flowing river of time!
Aug 7, 2020
Aug 7, 2020 at 5:47 AM UTC
Do you ever wonder, what why, who you see?
When you cast your eyes heavenly.
By night when the stars shine bright.
Like fires burning in the skies.
Do you ever wonder who you see twinkling before your eyes?
Do you ever wonder who has joined you that night?
Is it a popstar, politician, inventor or wisely sage?
From a time so long ago, you cannot remember their exact age.
Clinging to their last song, speech or invention.
Letting go, never their desire or intention.
Or is it a lost loved one?
Letting you know they are near.
Listen very closely what do you hear?
“Hi, its smee, I know you think of me all the time, I just wanted you to know, I did not go far, I am right here!”
Taking in the stars is a game we all love to play.
Breath in
Breath out
Take a minute
Take Five
Take a moment to feel alive
Connection made now you can rest.
Relieve the pressure from your chest.
Sleep tight without longing.
Knowing you can see your loved one again tomorrow.
Brings a small amount of peace and joy, helps to dim the sorrow.
Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 4:48 AM UTC
The person I loved once , has become one among the stars
stars which are far and high shining in the sky.
And the ones sitting next to me , leave with scars
All those memories startled me ,
It felt like the cool breeze during the summer
the breeze of memories which sometimes freeze my emotions
while sometimes it felt relieved and peaceful
like siting under the tree when the sun is high and bright
or like a beautiful night under moonlight
or may be peaceful sound of the sea and it's endless sight.
Sometimes I wonder why ,
All the loved ones goes away
while the ones we care never stay,
why is it when I am crestfallen
Everything seems broken ,
and what I like the most is taken.
May be it's for greater good ,
I guess it's about moving to adulthood.
well the world becomes realistic,
where people might assess you with statistics.
There are things that can't be shown ,
things that can't be told ,
May be it means you are finally grown ,
may be it's about getting bold.
well the blame is on time
It alters like everyday ,which changes from morning to dawn
dawn to night
But unlike everyday changing from morning to night
time isn't same every time.
sometimes it's good sometimes bad,
sometimes it makes you smile while sometimes it makes you sad.
sometimes it makes you cry ,
sometimes it motivates you to try.
May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 7:02 AM UTC
I got no time for hate
it’s a heavy weight
I actually could,
but it’s no good
and even if I don’t like you
I still wish you great
everyone has their fate
I’m too busy living my life
too happy to be alive
so you can leave,
there is the door
’cause I’m too busy loving the ones
my heart beats for.
- gio, 10.04.2020
Apr 22, 2020
Apr 22, 2020 at 1:10 PM UTC
He was tall and strong,
Didn’t say much, just watched.
I would climb up the trees to get mangos,
As he would watch.
I would fall and he would watch.
I would wait for my share of those juicy fruits,
Yet I would never get any.
Being the smallest I would cry,
Then he would call me.
Taking me to his secret stash,
And letting me pick as many as I pleased.
He would then smile and tell me to go play.
Those were my fondest memories of him.
Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 4:00 PM UTC