#misled
If I am not rage, then what am I?
I tried love, trust, patience, empathy
They were accepted out of courtesy
But discarded like an inconvenience
If I am not anger, then what am I?
I tried so very hard, so much time
Just to receive little effort and no time
Just to be abandoned and misled
If I am not anger, nor am I rage itself
Then I am the pain you gave to me
May 28, 2025
May 28, 2025 at 10:15 AM UTC
I don't hate you.
After all that we went through,
I never hated you.
—I thought I could never hate you.
But then again,
I thought I knew you.
I thought you were that sweet, selfless guy,
the guy that cared about me more than anything,
who said he'd never hurt me.
Who told me he loved me.
But if you really cared about me more than anything,
and loved me as much as you claimed you did,
then you wouldn't have hurt me like you did now.
I wouldn't be sitting here
with tears streaming down my face,
writing these poems to get out the feelings
I otherwise bury inside.
I could never hate the boy I thought you were.
But you're not that boy at all,
at least, not anymore.
Jul 19, 2023
Jul 19, 2023 at 1:50 AM UTC
I kept waiting;
But it was all pointless.
I was useless;
To think that you won't be leaving.
But you did;
You misled me,
And that's how it ended.
Sep 30, 2020
Sep 30, 2020 at 12:52 AM UTC
maybe you don't really care at all
indeed, I'm one to blame
end this to forget the fall
lost is myself from all this game
Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 7:47 AM UTC
I don’t care if the sun doesn’t rise.
If the snow falls and doesn’t melt
Just be there
The cold crisp air has made our petals fragile.
We will crumble from the slightest touch
Just be there
When there is nothing left
All I ask is to replant my seeds
So I can grow again
Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 11:00 PM UTC
I know who you really are.
You did not do anything for me.
You're not getting any good Karma.
I hope she doesn't get hurt.
You brought me in, when I was at my worst,
And then decided to desert me.
I thought I had a home.
I thought I was safe.
You Lied.
I told you my story.
And you didn't care.
Because I wouldn't be your call girl.
I won't
Ruin your life.
I'll let Karma
Do that.
May 6, 2018
May 6, 2018 at 1:13 PM UTC
The plan was to be independent
I had my goals written down
My priorities were in check
I was going to follow through
And achieve what I had to in the end
But then **** happened
And my ascetic side was left for dead
All my dreams I trapped in a mausoleum
My spurious persona was in the lead
My new ambitions were kaleidoscopic
They were all wants and never needs
Something new always grabbed my attention
Once I had achieved a thing
Slowly but surely I was being drowned
By deceit and greed
And one day I searched myself and could not find me
I did not see the me that was a visionary
I had missed my way and that was clear to see
I was already in the depths of the ocean of sin when it finally dawned on me
At this point even self-love couldn't save me
And self-hatred couldn't change me
Even self-will couldn't revive me
So I found a coping mechanism
To help me live with my atrocities
Under the ocean of sin.
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 10:32 PM UTC
Deception mistaken for protection.
Oh so naive.
Unwittingly taking fiction as gospel, wholeheartedly, they believe.
The art of lying, simply unable to conceive.
In these formative years, all the elders did was sugarcoat.
Upon uncovering the truth.
They realize all that they've been fed is poison, slowly, it has been secreted.
Down their throat.
Cruelly cheated.
The innocence of youth.
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 8:24 AM UTC
The head is an annoying place to be stuck upon.
Once known for knowledge;
its reputation no longer stands.
Left with sole stupidity
and wider jumps.
"What a fool"
she thought,
swinging off the edge.
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 3:33 AM UTC
I met a guy and I instantly liked him
He was tall, good looking and imperially slim
His moustache dragged sideways to his cheek
He talked quietly and was infinitely meek
The next day, I went to see him at work
I learnt he had never been there
I thought it was a simple case of bad luck
He had probably meant elsewhere
I set out for his home to find
It was a cute, little bungalow
I saw a little girl peep from behind;
A pretty lady looked through the window
I stood on the empty threshold
Staggering my way out of this jam
Me? When had I gotten to be so bold?
I was now practically "the other woman".
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 11:09 AM UTC
Stop trying to find yourself
And start creating yourself
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 2:48 AM UTC
Second step is a promise,
and you misled them
from safe haven
to slaughter.
Gods broken in fragments,
collected in plastic bags,
kept in cupboards
and drawers.
Worships in mirrors.
Praises the reflection.
You've imprisoned
thunderstorms
in your palms;
Are you the villain?
Hypocrite manipulator?
People exist to either assist you
or inconvenience you,
and your aim is to have
one class of person.
Disposable.
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 1:09 AM UTC
*Misguided fire of passion
Burns one’s own abode
Even the tears of remorse
Can’t douse the raging inferno*
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 1:42 AM UTC
The glance she gave me
When we started shifting
Our memories to those we follow.
The seconds we counted
When we started living
For today not depending on tomorrow
Hollow man, she started shouting...
With a silent voice,
That broke every ear's boundary.
She was quite, but sending out
A lot of information ...
Information I started treasuring
For the young to trace and build
A new Generation...
I guess managing to see how
She gets to be nervous when
Saying HI , was miscalculated
Because of the raised eyebrows
With vibrating eyelids .
Heart started pumping blood slower
Disturbing BlooD flow, suddenly she called me Noah....
Was it because I was chilled
Therefore my shoulders were a Lil' bit Lower ...?
Guess one will never understand
The tiniest Details going through a woman's mind ...
Dispite the Struggle
I'm glad I can still call her "Mine"
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 8:05 PM UTC