Game Nights

i remember those nights at my mother's home

when and her brother would team up

and play a ghost game with me and my sister

by wearing the devil's horn that lights up and scare us

the cold breeze at night on rooftop

and there was just silence in the distance

as we were hiding in the dark

not trying to get caught as they were trying to scare us

Written on- June 8, 2026; 9:38pm

This poem is part of "Daisy Summer: A Poetry Series". This poem is based on one of many summer memories from my childhood. 

Summer Afternoon

running around the house

and then she scolds you

for not sleeping in the

summer afternoon

i remember not wanting to sleep

that has always been the case

so she would tell me a scary story

to make me sleep silently in peace

that kid sometimes would sneak away

without disturbing his mother's sleep

and try to find something to do

but there's nothing only the silence of a summer afternoon

Written on- June 7, 2026; 3:42pm.

This poem is part of "Daisy Summer: A Poetry Series". 

Ice Cream Truck

an ice cream truck pulls up at the block

and kids have gathered with their demands

to ask the guy who sells the 'cold sweet thing'

to give them one to cool off in the afternoon

my mother would take us there

along with my sister who was fighting me before

to make us forget our stupid conversation

and peacefully enjoy the summer vacations

Written on- June 6, 2026; 4:48pm.

This poem is part of "Daisy Summer: A Poetry Series". As mentioned in the description of this poetry series, this poem takes up a little memory from childhood to paint that summer afternoon feeling.

In My Dreams

in my dreams, she was brought back from the sleep

while i laid myself to rest in her place

i was granted one last wish

before i could descent to the deepest parts of hell

in my dreams, she keeps on living

and apocalyptic november never arrived

where i can recall she is gone but she has no memory of it

i just watch her do the silly dance while i cry and thank my god

in my dreams, i was allowed to see her face

and fate didn't betrayed me

i was never present with her in the darkest moment

but locked far away to a hospital bed

Written on- October 15, 2025

This poem is about my mother, who i lost at the hands of fate. It is very tough for me to talk about it, so i won't explain myself any further. It connects back to other poems of mine like "November 8 and Eclipse", "Endless Echoes".

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. 

Related poems: The Promised November, In My Dreams, Endless Echoes

Fire Crackers and Her Smile

sound of burning fire crackers reminds me of a day

light from burning fire crackers reminds me of a day

when you were here, joining the group with joy

i watched you from the sideline when your face light up pink

the smile that never faded till you were here

but the feeling engraved within me tells me to cry

i meet you in my dreams and always try to tell you

i love you mother, you were always blue

Written on- November 10, 2024
This poem is about one of many memories of my mother. I watched her play with fire crackers when i was little. I remembered it when i was saw someone playing with them while i was sitting alone staring at the sky.

Woven Memories

looking from my window

down the street

the children's playing cricket

& women's doing shopping

the loud screams of vendors

the loud noises of vehicles

i sit in my room

and watch it all happen

only to remember...

i was like those children

my mother was like those women

time pulled its dirty tricks

leaving me to count days alone

and taking my mother with him

far beyond the horizon

where my hands feel short

leaving me with memories

sown in my head

like a cloth woven from wool

Written on- July 31, 2024

This poem is about one of the most important person in my life and her void can never be filled by any person. I love and miss my mother so much.