A Letter to Dear August
Dear August, you’re a sneaky chap,Stealing summer’s last sweet nap.I’m still hunting for my lost ice cream,Guess I’ll just blame it on your sneaky scheme! In the warmth of August’s…
Personal Growth Journey Freedom and Self-Discovery
In this piece, we delve into the introspective journey of self-reflection and discovery, addressing the "personal growth journey" and the essence of freedom. Through a poetic lens, we explore how…
Last Night I Offered a Hand of Mine To Myself
Last night I offered a hand of mine to myself knowing how unnoticed it had gone for quite a long time now. I looked at it the way I never…
I Found December Here
I found December here, today, not knowing it was near ending. It’s that time of the year when little promises show traces of survival, and you gulp down coffee as…
There’s a note
There's a note that I wrote to myself that no matter what I'd break down when the circumstances demand and remain weak until I choose to be strong. I've recited…
Fall arrived with recurring echoes of the rift
To me, fall arrived with recurring echoes of the rift. This time I knew exactly when I had to leave, a little before the truth slipped past my bubble of…
Love has buried people in its synonyms
Love has buried people in its synonyms, wisely, knowing how confronted it was.Love for me is an ocean and I don't know how to swim.So I didn't go near it…
Thinking
Thinking I've known gestures more than people, tales more than pages and poems more than written.I've seen stories buried in sunsets and people discovering their own eternity.I'm not skilled in…
Apna ek tukda maine sab mein dekha
Apna ek tukda maine sab mein dekhaAlag sa hissa alag sa kissaPehle hoti thiDo baaton pe chaar baateinAb toh bas khamoshiyanSiskiyan bharti hain. Jeb bhar le aayeYaadon ka saharaGhum gayi…
War
I've been snorting violence for too long, and now my breath seems to be a curse to mankind.Each word that doesn't define war is a victory for you and me.The…