Loud Thoughts

you probably think my poems are about you

maybe they are-

but about the version i once knew

that had yet not learn how to betray someone

you probably think my infidelity caused you hurt

but what is there to mourn when you were never present?

and the one i love now can't even read the signs

in the end i'm on a same boat, no matter which shores i decide

there were no longer sunny days

the clouds had covered my sense of clarity

november's fog was getting too strong

that i drowned and you never again found me

Small Circle

they all pushed me to the edge

and i fear this poet quickly adapted with it

everyone left after they entered, with sirens in the background

that told me enough and about the need to survive

everyone killed a version of me

yet i fight, heading back into my safe space

a circle that is very small

and only holds space for this poet

A Cry of Caesar: Et Tu, Brute?

it happens when you least expect it

"et tu, brute?" were the last words he uttered

before falling down on his knees

a witness to a horrific scene

where Brutus stood with the crowd of assassin

with his dagger in Caesar's heart 

it happens when you least expect it

Caesar's cries echoed through the halls

the hurt was caused by a dearest beloved friend

who promised to stood by and defend the empire

Did Brutus ever shed tears or did he ever stopped his hands?

23 stabs but only one hurt that came from the one who he loved

Lies

no real friend would play with your feelings

to have a control over how you feel

misleading remains the biggest cause

why so many never come out alive in this game

no real friend would undermine this bond

unless they never considered it from beginning

to some being craved is the one great thing

no matter even if the cost is a friendship

lies were fed for months in his head

that maybe there could be a thing in between

lies were shattered on the night of big reveal

when other confessed saying, "i knew it"

Morgwen

friends that were born under the stars

one in noble family and another in the lowly class

Morgana as in the royal family of Camelot

and Gwen in the lowly ones in outskirts of capital

she never once looked down on her

treated her as a sister, a friend to kill someone for

fate always shows its fangs when the time is right

illegitimate daughter of the king and a witch in disguise

her biggest crime was to be born in that family

who hunts the magic worshipers, calling their existence a crime

to survive one must layout their plans carefully

so did she and planned to kill the father and beloved brother Arthur

who shall Gwen respond to?

Is it the cries on the outskirts of their friendship?

or be a sword for the man she is in love with

A wife to the prince of Camelot

so she made a quick assessment

defied all her relationship with Morgana

and stood in the court of justice to defend her husband

Lion's Way to Live

you cannot expect to trust a lion after removing his teeth

you know it can easily kill you with his claws

you cannot expect a traveler who went to a new south

to return to his old south in the same color of flame

he learned new ways of life, forgetting the ones he left behind

he learned to betray to make his way to appeal his kind

Traitor

he sat beside me as a friend

while hiding his claws behind the back

and whenever i tried to reclaim my power

my bones were broken by the fate's plan

i never said no and allowed him

to commit the brutality

was it that i couldn't differ between truths and lies?

or i could never believe this new idea of him?

To Be Used Is To Be Wasted

the magnetic pull that draws the connection

it can become weaker once you use the same poles

a friendship built upon the idea of being wanted by others

will always shatter over a little discourse

one wanted to be loved even if it was as a friend

one wanted to use the other's skill for his own great good

we were always meant to fall apart

the signs were there but you chose to ignore

to be used is to be wasted

that was the message from my greatest god

Their Laugh and My Cries

i was crucified by my own friends

for the sake of their own happiness

my tears became their way for joy

yet i never learned my lessons

i was sacrificed by my own friends

they found pleasure in my pain

a sadistic thing i always tried to deny

till i heard the evil plan one noon

i was crucified by my own friends

the re-telling feels like a stab in the wound

no joke was funny, nothing about me was

i was the wallflower they always dared to hunt

A Flower Torn

you lost your dignity in my eyes

the moment i sat down to write-

about your impudence and lies

that you threw at me and said goodbye

a coward in the skin of a roaring lion

threw stones at my door after setting it on fire,

allow me to brief you about the damage caused

karma will always follow you, or whatever path you stroll

skin in flames, tears and my pain

you caused it all while i was grieving someone's loss

thought you loved me like i was your favorite flower

but you tore me apart from petal to petal

your prayer to ascend for heaven, will always remain as a wish

years of torture that you have me hiding under love's disguise

it will come to hunt you just like your memories haunt my dreams

and in that moment i will know that was my revenge

A Homeless Heart

you asked me, “how you’re doing?”

while pointing your gun on my head

when you could’ve brought some flowers

and said the same thing “you never felt like that”

i still would’ve forgiven you thinking,

you are still a kid figuring your feelings out

but you’re still in utter disbelief of my love

that crossed seas for you my love

 

now let me tell you how i am doing

tell you, “what your desertion brought me?”

summer went by without ‘summer love’

and fall full of depression

my eyes rained blood

and fog covered my whole world

with no place to call home

About- This poem is about getting betrayed by someone you loved but they failed to acknowledge your love for them. It can be about a friend, a lover, based on how you relate to it.

Three Summers Ago

three summers ago

you appeared out of the mist

showed me love in gray

yet failed to shower color pink

 

three summers ago

you told me, “I love you”

but deserted me in the end

like I was your another bait

 

three summers ago

you expressed your affections

i never knew the feeling

now left me behind to feel those feelings

 

three summers ago

you caged me like a parrot

and I believed it was love

only to find it was heaven at first and hell in the end

 

dear readers,

don’t get caught in the traps laid

on the name of “heavenly love”

you are worth more than

those promises fake

scars that will hurt

About- This poem is for all of you who have been hurt by someone's evil plans because you never saw it coming from a person who was your home at your lowest.

Celosia in My Garden

in my periphery

you arrived at my door

with your guns and cannons

i wondered why the uproar?

marched into my house with full force

and aimed your cannons at my door

to destroy my peace and drag me to the sea

the celosia in my garden still flourishing in the war

been through your drought, my undying love

i hate you to your face

but I love you in my silence

my friends called it a “a toxic affair meant to be crushed

either by fate or by your lover’s hand”

About- This poem is about loving someone even if hurts you and i know some of you might think its toxic but sometimes that's how the love is, for me.

Spears of Betrayal

Your actions speaks louder than words

Your desertion of me this whole summer

Brought me to end of my life

You said you love me but hid her on the side

Traitor and betrayer lack the feeling

To describe your actions

While I was struggling for breathing

Darkness of night became my new friend

Slept alone, telling her our folk tale

I painted in my head

Like an old cardigan one refuses to wear

I carried the weight with spear in my chest dear

I let the porch light turned on

But you showed at my party with another spear

About- This poem is part of "Folklore: The Folk Tales of Summer" collection of poems written based on the stories sang by Taylor Swift in her 8th studio album folklore. This poem is based on the song "cardigan" and is a letter from Betty to James that how she waited for him whole summer while he was with Augustine.

August Knocked at My Door

yesterday august knocked at my door

today he is once again here

and asked me if I’m fine

with every week, month, year passing

the time continues to count days dear

since you sail on your ship to seek peace

leaving a part of you engraved in me behind

 

stole my peace,

pushed me into the storm

who once was oxygen

is now a poison pushing me to grave

never ever before my eyes punctured at night

never ever before i thought of goodbye

i knew the risk i was taking

i knew how it would end

yet i chose to love you for your words

i still do, i fear

About- This poem is part of "Folklore: The Folk Tales of Summer" collection of poems written based on the stories sang by Taylor Swift in her 8th studio album folklore. This poem is based on the song "august" and is a letter from Augustine to James that how he left her to reconcile with his ex Betty, who he cheated on with Augustine.

Snakes That Befriend and Kill

This poet felt the need to write a poem about my so called "friends" who claimed to be nice, kind but turned out to be all fake, toxic. I call such peoples snakes who will hurt you while shaking your hand. I was inspired to write this after hearing my own unreleased song called "Toxic Traits". I also talked about this in my poetry series titled "Ashes of Us", which is about betrayal in friendship. In 2026, this poem was selected for "Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace" anthology by poetrysoup.com. 

death came from rattle snakes

build a fort just to dig his grave

air became thinner inside

with every single inhale

mesmerized by the good feeling

his obscured vision of love

couldn’t differ between words or places

memories that still haunt him at dawn

one common bite and 100 different faces

excruciating pain and smile on their faces

black dahlia flourished in my rose garden

my eyes rained, someone punctured the cloud

scandals that can ruin lives, lies that can take lives

a friend is not a friend of yours

beware of those snakes

who befriend you and kill your soul

Mirage in a Dead Desert

drops full of anger, guilt and betrayal pouring down

from my eyes like rain in a sleepless night

soaked in blood and it’s stains on my gray shirt

two daggers stabbed at the same spot

their existence in my words and work

but for them I’m just a mirage,

a pseudo reflection of life in a dead desert

a hand to pull them out of it, a toy to be pushed into it

a ecosystem flourishing in peace but burnt down by fire one night

my quill, my papers untouched for a time,

lived in an illusion, a lie, that unforgivable sin

About this poem
Written on- May 3, 2024
This poem is about a character who was betrayed by somebody he loved or just cherished. His muse exists in every piece of art that this character has ever created but to the one who betrayed him, this character was never important. This theme continues to revolve in many poems by me, most importantly in "I Sent the Text" poetry series.

His Whispers in Silence

verses dipped in gray ink

his blue sky failed to turn pink

color changed faster than light

love in gray his soul screams

moon obscured by the fog

he dreamed about what he can't reach

tattoos are hard to get off

his mind made him a slave

refused to burn in that fire

he decided to stay at same place

wishing on that wishful star

he burned his pride and let his tears rain

picked like a flower in the storm

by tyrant monsters like its a fun game

hurt his pride, and took his crown

his days never saw daylight

in that dark haze brought by the storm

search for a beacon came to an end

live as an alien in his own town

in void of someone, he couldn't lift up his quill

blood moon and screams in his head

pain and bruises stuck under his skin

parted ways when times were rough

his quietude and joy's eclipse

About this poem
Written on- April 22, 2024
This poem is a summation, an account of this poet's life till the age of 18. Every fight, every ache, every hurt, every feeling, all summed up in this poem, as i head into next chapter and prepare to be 19. "His Story" is the title that i came up for this poem and now that i think about it, it best suited this poem.