21

soon i'll be 21

and time once again won the game

i failed in being a different version of me

i let down myself but caused more hurt to my dead dreams

they thought that they were never meant to be mine

and probably even prayed for the betterment of me

i thought i had finally found an escape

but it is also my mind who is my biggest enemy

 

About-This poem was written by me last night as i tried to reflect on my past 20 years, prior to turning 21 in few hours. This is my summation on everything dead that comes to haunt me. Even when writing is my only escape, it still cannot pull me out of my misery. I hope turning 21 is fun. 

Written: May 23, 2026; 9:04 pm

Your Masterpiece

You tore me apart and left me in ruins
Then proceeded to kiss me after seeing shiny tears in my eyes
My cheeks were turning red and warm
Then with a smirk, you declared me as your favorite masterpiece
So ruin me, bleed me, hurt me, I was meant to be yours
Desert me and come back, you will always find me at my shores

About- This poem was written on April 25, 2025 and is part of my "Campus Confessions: The WBoy Chapter". 

Your Eyes

Up in the clouds and in between the meadows
Your eyes painting a shimmering picture
Of my whims, muses, stars and constellations
That won’t be brought down
If I keep staring into them

About- This poem was written on March 1, 2025 and is part of my "Campus Confessions: The WBoy Chapter". 

Chained by You

It felt like movies

There were purple colored flowers spread across the ground
And its just the dazzling view of you
Everybody else locked in my cold prison of haze
You were walking towards me
And proceeded to commit a tragic sin
your eyes whispered they want me too
I just want to be chained by you

About- This poem was written on April 4, 2025 and is part of my "Campus Confessions: The WBoy Chapter". 

Blurry Face Pt.1

9:39 pm and I cannot recall how you look
A struggle to recognize you among so many blurry face
I have seen you do many funny things
I have heard your laugh and your beautiful voice
Then seeing you acting nonchalant after putting your pen behind ear
But right now your face is a mystery that I cannot decode.

About- This poem was written on April 11, 2025 and is part of my "Campus Confessions: The WBoy Chapter".