Someone True

i have this memory of a time

when i was tied to the hospital bed

struggling ti stand upon my feet

and a friend decided to check on me

i had already lost her to the hands of fate

grieving her loss in the same hospital room

fighting my illness, cursing at fate for not killing me

and then i heard about a conversation my friend had

he decided to reach out to me

out of all the wolves in my group

he stood out among many

and i realised he was always true to me

now we make music

share ideas and write together

he made me discover my passion

and love for songwriting

About- This poem was written on November  29, 2025; 6:21pm and is part of "Ashes of Us: The Haunted Chapter". I know there is nothing haunting about this poem in context of this poem. But i wanted to share one hopeful message that not everyone can be your friend because you have to find the one among those "everyone". I have never been this specific about a muse behind my work but not that i care. This is the hopeful ending of Ashes of Us.

Truth in Her

the truth in her

has never spoke ill to me

she shifted my perspective on friendship

that you don't need someone of your age

to tell you that your existence matters

the truth in her

shifted the current of my ocean

she too learnt to fly at my pace

something only few have done

a writer who understands my pain

the truth in her 

never ruled a failed judgement

she herself dig through my roots

and found a cure to my loneliness

and allowed me to be free in her presence

About- This poem was written on May 30, 2026; 9:51am and is part of "Ashes of Us: The Haunted Chapter". This poem is about three different friends who i am lucky to have known. 

Haunted Dream

my dreams are haunted by him

the one who treated me like shit

the guy tat i thought was my friend

but was actually a snake in my crib

i woke up from a nightmare

he was in it, trying to act fine

to make it appear what he did was fun

only to a bully someone's pain is silly

About- This poem was written on November 19, 2025; 7:55pm and is part of "Ashes of Us: The Haunted Chapter". It is about a guy from grade seven who first befriended me and then stole away all of my friends, creating his own circle that is now i think is of morons. Piece of shit. 

Lake Fish: Part-II

"is it good to have friends?"

this questions continues to occupy my mind

but in my situation i dried off the lake

killed all other fishes, who bore me potential risk. 

in my current reality, the rain from my tears

filled the lake again

so it is just me and nothingness 

floating around in an empty place.

About- This poem was written on November 3, 2025; 5:04pm and is part of "Ashes of Us: The Haunted Chapter". 

Lake Fish: Part-I

i'm tired of people asking me how many friends do i have

i'm always at loss for words

i truly cannot tell anymore what is my perception on truth is

at a point where i stand now, i truly can't recall

when was the last time i had an ally i could trust?

some people are good and they don't need to be labelled

while the bad ones always got themselves a tag

for me it used to be an honor to have many friends

but right now i truly feel alive

paradox my situation is

where i feel good to be as a single fish in the lake

i won't have any predators to worry about and will face natural death

i don't have someone who could befriend me and poison my brain

About- This poem was written on November 3, 2025; 4:59pm and is part of "Ashes of Us: The Haunted Chapter".