Afternoon Pain

slow wind blows through the afternoon

when its hot outside and i'm sitting near a window

feeling the surrounding silence

and its just distant sounds in background

the sun rays hitting the yellow walls

and its too hot to even walk outside

i look around, i look around

trying to find a reason to stay alive

Written on- May 14, 2026; 4:02pm

This poem is part of "Daisy Summer: A Poetry Series". I wrote this poem after having a worst day in college and coming back home, only for afternoon to bury me in my loneliness. 

Summer Storm

cold breeze before the storm

firefly lighting up the sky

stars behind shadow of dark clouds

and i was lost in my thoughts

lightning sparkling like a jewel of night

taking away the beauty of stars and moon

i kept looking at the sky

thinking about my lost potential

Written on- June 1, 2025; 9:24pm

This poem is part of "Daisy Summer: A Poetry Series". This summer storm is both used to describe a literal storm and the storm inside the head of this poet. 

Death

The blood stained hands

After he ran his fingers through the hairs

His head is now leaking his secret

Death is finally taking up its shape

“All that pain has nowhere to stay

The time is running out

It’s time to bid farewell”

Death said to him as he looked into the mirror

About- This poem was written on May 28, 2026; 9:46am and is part of "Valleys to Jump Into: The Trauma Chapter". 

My Place

They all have a place to be

To be at school, home

College or in office

But I have nowhere to be

Every place is haunted by someone’s crimes

That tells me to run upwards on a hill

And just jump off in a valley

Death is the only place for me to be

About- This poem was written on June 28, 2025; 10:54am and is part of "Valleys to Jump Into: The Trauma Chapter". 

Haunted House

I know this house where I have grown up

I also know I will be buried deep into the ground

If the stream of truth every leaked into my real world

My existence will suddenly be a sin to them

I know I ‘m not the ideal child

I have been fucked over and over many times

Fate has just decided to push me to cliff

So I just want this wait to be over soon

About- This poem was written on April 21, 2026; 8:31pm and is part of "Valleys to Jump Into: The Trauma Chapter".  

The Game

Her anger never reflect violence to me

She was always trying to do what is best for me

Now everything has changed ever since fate took her away

Everybody has turned cold towards me

They first trap you in an emotional game

Telling others they knows he is suffering

Then going ahead to hit at my nerve

To crucify me for their own ego

About- This poem was written on April 21, 2026; 8:34pm and is part of "Valleys to Jump Into: The Trauma Chapter". 

Waiting to Disappear

He goes inside his room

Whenever his parents fought

Father yelling slurs at his mother

Threatening to even kill her

His sister then locks up the room

And play him his favorite song

In wait for the stars to disappear

So they could disappear in morning with their mother

About- This poem was written on January 26, 2026; 8:26pm and is part of "Valleys to Jump Into: The Trauma Chapter".  

Not Their Child

I’m being crushed in my own house

When suddenly they realise I’m not the child they wanted

When they realised I have failed academically

I’m suddenly a child who brought shame

They first start the argument

No one wants to hear my truth

I want to jump in a valley

And put this case to rest

About- This poem was written on April 21, 2026; 8:29pm and is part of "Valleys to Jump Into: The Trauma Chapter". 

Decaying Heart

Your heart will decay under the gravity of your weight

Those roots needs to be burnt down to ashes

Their words are like bullets piercing through the heart

Fly away or it will restrict your humanity

About- This poem was written on April 28, 2026; 5:05am and is part of "Valleys to Jump Into: The Trauma Chapter".  

The One Who Did It

His father’s brutality saw no limits

In skin burning days when Sun is blazing over head

He scolds and says “you’re the biggest failure of my life”

His father’s brutality saw no limits

In nights that are cold as the winter

He punished him for things he never did

His father’s brutality saw no limits

Made him believe he is the one in wrong

When it was father who stained the moon

About- This poem was written on June 20, 2025; 8:27pm and is part of "Valleys to Jump Into: The Trauma Chapter".

Death in November

i was dragged to the sea shore

where i still dance with your ghost

hoping that maybe the ship's rudder will turn back

and out of the fog, you will mark your return

haunting this scene is-

"where waves are crashing onto shore,

there is weed covered in snow

and fog drip from leaves, like it's arrival of my death"

Lighthouse

your ocean current speaks to me every midnight

when i'm on the waters, searching without a party

they echoes you have long departed from my periphery

and my hands would feel shorter even if i were to get any closer

early november the cold marks its brutal return

in the shape of your name and spells the word 'F'

"what am i without you?" i ponder this question

while looking for you from lighthouse surrounded by storm

Porch

i sit by the porch

watching the ghosts f;y around

ivy hanging from the roof

and sun obscured by the fog

i sit by the porch

mourning all my losses-

'of dreams, people and memories',

that holds a knife on my throat

i sit by the porch

watching the ghosts fly around

i'm chained to a chair and

being forced to cry every november

Wild Currents

you came out of the fog in January

and left after wrecking havoc in november

your face like any unpredictable storm

sometimes gray, sometimes pink at height of your love

my face was gray, it still is

but your arrival was like a flicker on a stormy sea

providing me enough space to open up my wings

only for me to be drowned by your currents

Happiness

This poem is a follow-up of one of my previous poems titled "Happiness in Goodbye", where i tried to reflect upon the idea of moving on in a good light but completely ignored the fact that for a lonesome person like me, this is certainly not the case. I was inspired to write this poem, while i was going through my diary and stumbled upon a previous entry by me. This poem picks up where the previous one left. It is about the return of that person but despite what hopes this poet had, everything resulted in chaos. 

was there ever happiness in goodbye?

you reappeared in that one november night

when i greeted you with tears

and their stains on your letter

i tried to wave at your ship

and smile with drought hit eyes

but rain came back

and swept away all walls i had built

Smoke and Cigarette

i die in november

whenever it comes around

under the smoke rising from fire

someone burning, someone long-gone

and then time decides to slow down

i die in november 

whenever it comes around

i sit at the station, smoking a cigarette

as a way to calm myself

and fight my anxiety before i get drown

Two People by Fire

we were just two strangers sitting by the fire

discussing the aspects of our different futures

my stolen dreams and how you were stripped of them too

we cured each other till waves drifted us away

in november's fog covered roads

we walked side by side and our shoulder's brushed

you saved me till the candle you lit could last

and i was left again on the same road, with same scars

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

About this poem

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".

Skeleton Love

through the cracking floorboards

i hear voices from the past

when it's cold outside

and leaves are taking their final breath

all stories that started 

found their endings in november

and like a skeleton ghost

they hang on the door, staring at me

This poem is about the feeling when you realise you have been abandoned by everyone and so so you just sit alone in your room, but at the same time can't help remember what it was like when that person was with you. Yearning and misery from previous poem continues in this poem. In this poem, love is described as "skeleton ghost" because this is how it is sometimes.

The Promised November

the promised november never arrived

it's still the same covered in fog

and smoke from the old world

when my life was at crossroad

november's blood moon

and stars told a different story of my fate

i die every night and think about it

when my god promised to love me more

This poem is connected to another poem of mine titled "November 8 and Eclipse". In that poem i talk about two events happening on same date. On one date, somebody went to heaven and on same date something good was promised, maybe a conversation related to eclipse. Again, it is very deep and has connection to astronomy. But before the promised november could arrive, the new connection this character had found with somebody faded away or you can say that the savior decided to leave.