Let Me Tell You How the Devil Works

He walks beside you,
steady, certain, silent—
leading you to the centre of the sea.

Then he turns back.
And you are alone.

Only one thing can happen.

You keep going—
he wins.

You turn back—
you find the truth

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Life, Here I Come

Life hasn’t started?
You must be kidding, right?
I've lived for almost two decades,
and that's what you tell me?
So, you mean to say that my whole life has been a trailer?
A preview to the real thing?

Given the years I've spent,
I can say ... it doesn't get any easier.
Life will always deal with us a hard blow,
Stronger than the first,
Stronger than the last,
Stronger than the strength I thought I had.

If I could live as a toddler forever,
Would I opt for that instead of embracing growth?
A world with no worries, just warm hands and lullabies...
But would there be any fun in that?
No thrill?
No ride?
No rise or fall?

Knowing full well that life is a rollercoaster,
I’d still choose to navigate my way through it.
I may not have chosen the ride,
But I’m here,
And I’m not getting off.

So tell life ..
I’m ready.
Scarred maybe, but steady.

Life... here I come.


            Eniyans
                  Poetry
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Digital chains

To the ones
Who became slaves
To the notifications that pop up
When a message drops.

To the ones
Addicted to their gadgets,
Glued to the screen all day,
With eyes that grow sore.

To the ones
Who grow hesitant
For their phones to chime,
Another excuse to hold on
When they should let go.

It’s time you did what’s best for you.
Hours on the screen won’t make you,
They’ll mar you.
You know what needs to be done.
Do it,
Before it takes you.

           ©️ Eniyans
                        Poetry
                               ✨️

If death came cloaked in quiet rain
Draped in silence,
And told you to give a name—
A name,
Of a person you love
Amongst your beloveds,
Who would it be?
Whose absence
Would buy you time?
Whose darkness
Would bring you life?

If life arrived with springs first bloom
With breath warm as morning sun,
And asked,
Who would you love to have back
Amongst your beloved—
Whose smile
Would you call from the grave?
Whose return
Would have your heart filled?

And if both came,
One shadow, one light,
And stood on either side of your soul,
Demanding answers
From a heart already worn thin
Could you speak?
Would you choose?

Or would you fall silent,
Let the weight of love
And loss
Be enough of an answer?


            ©️ Eniyans
                         Poetry
                              ✨️

To the Ladies

To the ladies,
who sell themselves
to satisfy the lustful pleasures of men,
and to gain a moment's worth of comfort or coin,
Do you feel no stirring in your soul?
No whisper of remorse?

It ruptures my heart
to see you trample upon your own dignity and pride.
“Today’s world doesn’t care about pride and dignity anymore,” you say.
But must you echo the crowd
when you were born to rise above it?

Why not be that white sheep
amid a thousand blacks?
Even if the world is steeped in sin,
must you wear it like skin?

You become a lustful tool
to men who can’t keep their manhood in check.
But are there no other paths?
No gentler ways to survive
without exposing yourself to the virus that bites in silence?

They treat you
like a name in a phone,
a night without memory.
Yet I see more,
a soul behind tired eyes,
a woman buried beneath the noise.

You become a pick and drop,
a vessel to many lost lives.
Do you not think about this at all?
Or have you silenced the ache within?

This is not a call to shame,
but to awakening.

Close those legs,
not out of fear,
but in power.
Quit this demeaning, self-destructive act.
Pick yourself up once again,
not as a shadow of your past,
but as a woman reborn in purpose.

Reclaim what was always yours:
Your dignity.
Your pride.
Your story.


     ©️ Eniyans
                  Poetry
                        ✨️

So, I sat
And thought,
What if...
What if I'm not doing it right?
How?
Another thought,
How are you not doing it right?

How are you not doing it right?
Is there a "right" way at all?
What if your path is yours, unique,
And in its own mess, it's perfect too?

So, I sat
And wondered,
What if the struggle is the answer?
What if the uncertainty
Is what makes the journey real?

The question isn't,
"Am I doing it right?"
But rather,
"Am I doing it,
With my whole heart,
In my own way?"

    Eniyans
          Poetry
               ✨️

Letting go isn’t as easy as you say it.
Healing doesn’t happen as quickly
as a baby grows.
Scars don’t close overnight,
and forgiveness?
It isn’t swift either.

Not every hardened heart
chose to be stone.
Some scars,
some pasts,
aren’t so easy to let go.

Beneath that toughness
lies a tender place—
one that aches,
that longs to be known,
but doesn’t know how to show
what it feels
in ways the world understands.

They want love.
Desperately.
But it’s not easy to receive
what you’ve never been taught to hold.

So when affection surfaces,
they bury it.
Pity?
They push it away.

Yes
letting go,
healing,
forgiving,
they all bring peace.

But peace, too,
takes time.

So, let’s offer a helping hand
one that stretches,
not to make them feel
like they’re not wanted,
but one that accepts them.
Help them find themselves,
and love who they are.

And maybe,
just maybe,
that’s okay.


        ©️ Eniyans
                      Poetry
                            ✨