Behind Him

walking behind him

he is an old 'friend' of mine

but we rarely hold any conversation

he was the bane of my existence

stars in the sky

as i walk behind him like a loser

on my way to home, i remembered my struggles

and how he is living a dream i once sowed

Written on- December 21, 2025; 8pm

This poem is part of "Fire in My Dreamland: A Poetry Series". This poem is connected to "Evil Nerd: Part-II" from "Ashes of Us: The Haunted Chapter".

Bird Without Wings

i'm just  a bird surviving without wings in the wild

i'm no longer trying to be brave

just trying to collect pieces of me

after the fate killed me

i'm just a bird surviving without wings in the world

i'm a victim of 'choices' made by others

who influence my father to push me into hell

and take away my only escape route i needed to fly

Written on- May 12, 2026; 6:17pm.

This poem is part of "Fire in My Dreamland: A Poetry Series". I wrote this poem after a sudden realization struck to me that i have lost all of my potential with the loss of my dream. All my knowledge has gone to a complete waste. 

Mirrored Reality

I don't know how much and how much is not this telling truth

he got admission in a college

but I have a feeling its not what he dreamed of

I recall the glamorous life he lived

while studying to get that one spot

in a place he dreamed of

this reminded me of my own battle

and how I lost in it three times

I finally gave up on my dream

when no road led me there

only bringing me to an end

which was a cliff to end my life

Written on- November 12, 2025; 7:02pm
This poem is part of "Fire in My Dreamland: A Poetry Series". This poem is a continuation of my thoughts that i had shared in my poem titled "Happy But Envious" in the year 2024. It was when i was finally taken down by my fate and had no other way to look for solace. The only possible thing for me to do now was to look into other people's window and capture the feeling of joy and imagine a world where i get to experience that and in doing so, i miserably failed to paint the feelings of the muse in that poem. Maybe his life appeared glamorous to me back then but now it is certainly not the case.