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".

Evil Nerd: Part-II

brutality is never a sign

of peak intelligence

so i just walk past him

and ignore his existence

but i fail in this play sometimes

i give away a little smile

the evil nerd spoke to me

but never the words of wisdom

glamouring a feat

that i shaped for him

in the end he want to be

taking the steps i showed him

About- This poem was written on May 30, 2026; 9:30am and is part of "Ashes of Us: The Haunted Chapter". 

Evil Nerd: Part-I

i feel cold whenever i think about those moments

and that how he used me whenever he was in for a gain

i understood him very well yet always fell for the trap

the masquerade of happiness failed to hang from his face

the smirk on hos face continues to haunt me

even when i meet him sometimes

i can't look into his eyes and ask him to beg for forgiveness

but i still try my best, with head high i walk past him as if he never existed

About- This poem was written on January 4, 2026; 7:34pm and is part of "Ashes of Us: The Haunted Chapter". It is about someone who posses the ability to deceive you with his ability to put on a face of someone who appears trustworthy but is actually an evil nerd with glasses. Fucking loser!

His Victory

he is a nightmare that i'm forced to live

even in my dreams

when he stands beside my 'friends'

and they laugh at his joke

that are aimed like a cannonball at me

i tell my heart that i'm brave

but even then he swings back my knife back at me

now there's nothing i can do

even if i stand up against his injustice 

either way victory is reserved for him

About- This poem was written on March 23, 2026; 3:08pm and is part of "Ashes of Us: The Haunted Chapter".  

Ashes of Us: An Epilogue

i don't know when but 

i stopped receiving invitations,

i was already running low-

low on the number of people i could count,

they say everything happens for a reason

i also know that much now,

but i hate that it all happened to me

fate made me realise in the cruelest way possible,

that i'm on my own on these empty roads

yet it's good to walk alone, knowing i'm alone

I Live Through Escape

from a place of sadness and heartbreak

i write this as i say

"now i always disappear on people, 

you see this has been a great escape

others first performed this one on me

when i almost lost my sanity"

i slowly disappeared from my friends life

so the call lines finally end up rusting

before any betrayal comes my way

this is my new greatest way to love, live and escape

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

Closure Beyond Reach

all you wanted was the closure i never got

when you expressed the will to reunite

your crime was to abandon us at a time

when the need for a savior was too high

i got your message and plea in my court

you stood like a fool and defended your crime

calling my convictions a theatrical show

and apologizing in the end after stabbing a dagger

Dramatic Poet

the closest of my friend chose to desert me

your letter never engraved a word called sorry

but you shamelessly pleaded your case

that how it was me who was the problem

the closest of my friend chose to desert me

the one keeping a record of my wishes, my muse

and all the untold secrets i never refused to tell

every second chance was a new way to betray

maybe you are happy with your new friends

maybe you are happy with your new found love

maybe you are happy with chasing your dreams

maybe i'm happy with you no longer being in life

i'm this dramatic poet who should direct a theater

my friend returned to me after committing infidelity

i'm not his lover but a savior when he is in crisis

i wrote this plea as a way to channel my emotions

Pain as Art

losers made me realise what i'm really good at

throwing hands was never my way to fight

until they arrived and 

i broke what was broken by them

i found a way to turn this pain into art

every betrayal that came my way

changed my view about a friend

including the way i see this thing called friendship

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?

Judge

this war was started by your cannons aimed at my door

now i'll be the judge, i'm prepared with my spade

to bury us six feet below the ground

i'll make sure you never rise again

i'll be the hunter and you will be my prey

and this time you will run for your life

when i become a monster you always claimed i was

till i leave every lingering memory of us in ruins