Our Song in Pink and Gray

our song is me writing- 

"poetry about those stolen stares

songs about that beaming smile

and even a whole film script about it"

the ink of my pen bleeds in pink

but later turns to gray

i weave our memories as part of a big story

with a climax in which you

devoured me with a kiss

but the falling action sets me adrift

to wander on the seas wide

with no cure to this disease

our song is a song in which-

"nothing happens but desertion comes in light

to pull out my nerves and haunt my midnight

i lose my sanity and cry till my eyes starts to bleed"

About this poem

Written on- December 23, 2024; 8:19 pm

This poem is part of a very big narrative where everything ends in a tragedy. 

Safer Than Mourning

in every utter of my words, there's a existence of you

in every stutter of my words, the breath carries the name of you

your indelible eyes sparked something dangerous and wild

and i find myself floating on currents wild, with risk of drowning 

but drowning in your eyes feels safer the mourning

mourning the loss of us that will come without warning

About this Poem

Written on- December 17, 2024; 6:00 pm

This poem is about the feeling of being scared of losing someone close you find solace with. Its dramatic with the use of line like "the breathe carries the name of you", which shows this poet's intentions towards this muse and how deeply i was into the idea of love. 

Eyes That Speak

we had a lot to say, sadly we still do

could've said that in the moment when the world was below our feet

but the fear, the caged beast inside us needed our heart as a feast

so we chose never to say but enjoy the very moment 

yet our eyes whispered and held the secret meetings

the tides turned and suddenly goodbye came to say hi

About the Poem

Written on- December 14, 2024; 9:21 pm

This poem continues that one particular story in my work where i suddenly find myself standing near the end to part ways with someone and say goodbye.

Lived Too Many Lives

my body ache and feel so old

my soul torn and winter's cold

i've lived too many lives

they say, "teenage is the best years of life

but carelessness can bring you demise"

lost in the petty things of life

i lost a precious chapter of my life

they say, "care for each other, care for the poor

but care even more about your mother"

forgot to tell her how much i love her

i still cry thinking about her last smile

they say, "love is a game

you should play it with caution and care"

i let the insecurity clouds surround my world

so i lost one more embracing touch

i want to set myself free

to adrift on the vast sea

or fly in the sky like any bird

i've lived too many lives, i'm tired of breathing

About this poem

Written on- November 10, 2024

This poem is about everything that i have written so far. A summation of my life. 

November 8 and Eclipse

my elegy-

my muse covered in death

my wistful cry for help

innocence in her eyes

her last words and hug with a embracing smile

promises made and promises fade

8th of november, when moon turned red

the curse would lift but my roses turned black

the great eclipse returned and claimed another laugh

death of me inside

my lover absquatulated me by that time

lost two souls

on and by-

november 8 and another goodbye

two different years but same eclipse

cursed my sky, stole its shine

About this poem

Written on- November 7, 2024

This poem is about two most important people in this poet's life that i had lost on and by November 8, 2022. I believe in astronomy and this poem certainly has ties to the certain events. This is all  i can tell you. 

Astronomy: A Love I Could Never Have

everyone is going to their place of dream

their pen and papers screams pride and dignity

and in the fate's script it only talks about my failure

my efforts led me to nowhere but my defeat

i'm envious of everyone who got to follow their dreams

i learnt about the stars, galaxies and cosmos

so one day i could steal a portion of their shine

to add in my name

learnt a language to study in a foreign land

but my dreams collapsed, i cried, i state

About this poem

Written on- May 20, 2024

This is the original version of my poem "Cosmic Longing: Un Amore Irragguiungible" that i re-wrote on July 24, 2025 because i thought my message was not clear in this piece. But now that i think about it, that certainly was the most confusing version of this poem i had wrote. Even though the message is same, i treat this one poem as different. It speaks of the heartbreak the earlier one failed to speak. 

Sinking Under Waves

my shaking hands and long sighs

for who i am, i feed on delusions

that someday the bow in my chest will fall

and a new dawn will arrive at the door

the weight i carry- of emotions, stronger than waves

waves that are sinking me under their weight

i close my eyes and teleport to secret gardens

i'm too weary to bear this pain

About this poem

Written on:- December 11, 2024; 11:42 am

This poem is about depression and hope that is devil disguise as beauty. So no matter how much you hope everything is going to be fine, fate throws another problem at your face.

Looking at Stars

just looking at the stars

my curiosity reaches its high and

tells me to fly through them

i will enter the interstellar space-

a place between the stars

that will send me love for coming trillions of miles apart

the love which is different

from the one that you get on your planet

where bodies are buried everywhere and ashes in the soil

the love which is different 

that will never hurt you and

one can dream of it after death

just looking at the stars 

makes me want to fly through them

for once i can't wait for everything to end

About this poem

Written on- February 9, 2024

This poem has been sitting in my drafts for over a year now and i never tried to finish it until today. I had to edit some lines to match the setting of this poem. This poem is about escapism, the kind of escapism one can have through death where i feel like their soul will fly through the stars. Whenever i look at the sky, this has always been my wish. 

The Wall of Memories

staring into the abyss, i heard some voices gentle

so i wandered into the forest, to follow those voices

followed the stairs that led

                                          deeper

                                                     and 

                                                           deeper

but my investigation brought me to a halt

the voices turned into screams and screams into howls

and suddenly the dark clouds obscured my eyes

saw a mammoth wall painted  in murals

in red, with memories and faces of people

a sudden pour of rain brought them to life

and they began to chase me to tear me

                                                               piece

                                                                        by

                                                                             piece

in the disbelief i closed my eyes

to make sense of what i had just seen

the light was ahead but far from the reach

suddenly all echoes disappeared in the haze

stuck in a maze,

a cycle of repetitive events

wish it was just a flicker

but this feeling is chained around my neck

About this Poem

Written on- December 21, 2024; 10:02 am

This poem is based on one visual i once saw in my head and i tried to put that scene into words to explain how it looks like being haunted by memories who are long gone from your life. This is me visualizing my that image in form of words. 

Ravishing Summer Morning

waking up in the morning

to find bright light on the face,

there are birds chirping near the window

and in the next scene water dripping from the faucet

the silence i feel in the countryside feels

bigger than the world out there lying-

awaiting for me to step outside

and nothing else but to watch buildings?

ravishing summer morning,

a reminder to go out and 

play by the river or

spend the whole season listening to music

About this Poem

Written on- June 5, 2024

This poem is my idea of a perfect summer, well not perfect to be exact. However, this is based on an image in my head. Its perfect for somebody like me who lives in the countryside, far from the sea shores or the Himalayas that sits far in the north. I wrote this poem last year however some lines were different than this one and i was unable to finish it because i was stuck on the idea of what i really think a perfect summer. So instead of being relatable, i chose to write my version of summer is. Summer is long gone in my region and currently its monsoon (rainy) season but i don't want this poem to sit in the drafts for another year.