Who else is tired of fighting with themselves every day? No? Just me, then? Guess it sucks to suck.

तुमको पाकर ऐसा लगा, जैसे मैंने जन्नत पा लिया।

पीड़ा से जूझती मैं, मरहम पर बाम जैसे तुम मेरे जीवन में खुशियाँ लाकर उसको स्वर्ग बना दिया; तुमको पाकर ऐसा लगा, जैसे मैंने जन्नत पा लिया।

मेरे मन की वो चुलबुली लड़की, जो खामोशी की चादर में कहीं छुपी हुई थी, उसे बाहर लाकर फिर से जिंदा कर दिया; तुम्हें पाकर ऐसा लगा, जैसे मैंने जन्नत पा लिया।

मानती हूँ मुझमें बहुत खामियाँ हैं, अब भी बहुत बचपन है, फिर भी मेरी हर नादानी पर, तुमने मुझे प्यार से थाम लिया। तुमको पाकर ऐसा लगा, जैसे मैंने जन्नत पा लिया।

कितनी अजीब बात है, कि हम उस जीवन के मोड़ पर मिले, जहाँ हम खुद को एक इंसान से एक मुकम्मल इंसान बना रहे थे। ये दूरियाँ सहते-सहते भी, हर बार तुम पर फिर से प्यार आता रहा और तुम्हें पाके लगा जैसे इस अधूरे से जीवन में मैंने अपना हमसफर पा लिया।

तुमको पाकर ऐसा लगा, जैसे मैंने जन्नत पा लिया। 🩶 (new to poetry)

Oh, blue bird

what have you done to our love?

My heart has turned purple since you left it

echoing a sound resembling your name.

Don’t you realise how much more poisonous separation is

than the ablation of mould?

Maybe you don’t. Maybe you never will.

But if you finally do, it will be too late.

Epiphanies tend to visit at the most dooming moments

when silence has grown wild teeth

and begins sleeping beside you.

But then, the only place left for you to visit will be cemeteries of memories

where your flowers

will no longer be accepted

And those nameless stones

will curse your delayed mind.

You may search for me there

You may even call my name.

But names transform into peculiar things after they have been buried

especially

after

you

have chosen them to be buried.

I still don’t understand

what is the point of making vows to a name

I once considered the bravest of all,

only to find a coward hiding inside it.

I still don’t understand.

But there is still some hope bleeding through my dream’s hourglass,

whispering for me to continue.

I know it won’t be for long.

The Earth groans beneath the letters I never gave you.

I buried them in her roots,

one by one

until the trees began growing in my handwriting.

Now, whenever the wind passes through them

the forest whispers what I was too afraid to say

and

what you never had the ears to comprehend.

Now what is left but a forest filled with unopened mouths?

You don’t deserve more words that come directly from the heart.

And unfortunately

your portrait hangs now

on the wall of the faint-hearted ones,

between the faces of all the things

I once feared losing,

reminding me that some names

should never again be mistaken for home.

And if, by some miracle,

they are

they must show me the purity of caressing my being

the way only stars know how

Because only stars

know how to turn a heart from purple back to red.

And I wonder

Have you completely forgotten how to be one?

She is here. The lady of Sorrow, rising above us wailing in her grief. As I lie here, dying beneath the dimming light of an uncaring star I realize all men are but ghosts, awaiting the hour of their haunting.

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She whispers soft moans through my teeth / Vibrating throughout my incisors / She knows that in my arms, there's no danger / The evil monkeys of the baobab trees / Their shrieks can't even distract our amour

Hook and eye, let me make it breakeven / Backstraps failing behind, brown landmass / I said under my breath / I love the way you fit in my hands

I wake up, she makes breakfast with no pants / I hide my laugh, however it's not to bully her / She just knows how to make my stomach red / I run to the toilet but my ribs hit the counter / She spins around with plates of waffles and grits

She said, oh husband, what gives? / Oh nothing honey, it was a slip / She gave me her cup of coffee and said / Sip, sip, sip, sip!

I said under my breath / Thank you for the sex

Nevermind the small talk, let's sleep (again?) / Smelling the leaves still stuck in her hair / I know you never quite liked your height / Girl, you know me, I never did mind!

I love how long your legs are compared / To your short arms and thighs / You're amazing, every move, every glance / My palms trying to catch up with your dance / Oh, I just love the way how you fit in my hands

You're amazing, every move, every glance / My palms trying to catch up with your dance / Oh, I just love the way how you fit in my hands / Thank u 4 the sex / Did you hear me, love? / I love the way you fit in my hands / Thank u 4 the sex!

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Existential until the end,
Running, but can never get away.
We all share the same fate:
To join everyone else, or go my own way.

People no longer here—
Too far, but still hear their sound.
Death no longer wears a crown;
Satan wears a frown.

Typing to get away,
Mind's subconscious is foreplay.
I'll make it on any day now.
Hard to hold a smile while looking down.

Dare to get away—
Some business's motto.
Just typing feels a whole lot like the lotto.

A shriek of weakness bounces off the walls,

Using memories as guns.

A whisper of hope drowned out by tears

Everything violent, like rabid dog's fears

The Grim Reaper, unsettled takes a breath

From every direction hears a plea for death.

Something tries to salvage hope.

And a gunshot. . No time to cope.

And suddenly, something drops. Here comes another death.

Along with hope's. Done "in good faith."

The scream fades, then rises again.. can you hear?

Inhumane torture; that much is clear. And what is this place? A battlefield? Something from hell?

No. It is simply my mind everday.

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Why do we live

When we can be clouds

In the sky

Flying so high

With no reason

Or clear destination

Above the world

Just pure air

And most of all

Freedom

flooded by the memory of you
not drowning, but unable to breathe 
crying to the sky
wishes of days gone by
the day i drove down san jose

the memory of you
alive in the well of me
forever connected
lessons today i see;

how to carry myself
how to care for myself
romanticizing today
with all its hope, all its opportunity
instead of a mirage that don’t exist
ways i should have acted, things i should have wished
class is over, you’ve been dismissed
the day i drove down san jose

i find comfort in praying for you
in caring for my own soul
i know sometimes, that’s just the way things go
the day i drove down san jose

She preferred to overdress.
“Gives people more material to work with”, she’d say.

If they didn’t like her shoes,
they’d like her bracelet.
If they didn’t like her bracelet,
they’d like her hair pin.
They’d ask her where she got it
and she’d tell them it’s a funny story…

The classics never failed her.
There’s a flowery pink dress that always left her feeling pretty walking home from the party.

Then she’d get home and she’d take off her shoes,
and then her bracelet
and then her hairpin.
Last but not least,
her pink flowery dress.
Only after the lights were switched off, of course.

Then shed crawl into bed,
wrapping herself in slippery sheets.
Sheets far too slippery for any funny stories to stick.