Read what you feel.
Some words are written.
Others are lived.
Find the ones that feel like yours.
Love & Light
For the moments that felt like warmth,
and the ones you wish would never end.
Punctuated
She was my almost,
But we were never.
Our futures,
Punctuated forever.
Question marks
When we were together?
A comma at almost,
A full stop at never.
Butterflies
Like butterflies, we fly away,
But return to the same flower every day.
We flutter, we fly,
We catch every eye.
Our colorful wings,
Magnificent things.
We bounce and we play,
We leave and we stay.
Free-spirited creatures,
With prominent features.
Beautiful and bold,
Through heat and through cold,
We will fly together,
Always and forever.
Awe
How beautiful it is to heal
Something you did not break, Something you did not steal?
How difficult it is to make
Somebody else feel complete?
They say angels are sweet,
But they don’t make my heart beat
The way you do.
Forever in awe of you.
Smile
You hide in daylight,
You hide in plain sight,
You hide under my eyelids,
When it shuts in the night.
And every time, I think of you,
It doesn’t matter what I do,
I see you everywhere.
And I smile, as I enjoy the view.
Forever you
What is wrong and what is right,
But just another reason to fight.
Love, it holds no rules or excuse.
And still, I forever choose
You.
No matter the storms we face,
In your arms, I find my place.
For you
Sometimes, I hide
My emotions in words,
Hoping you won’t understand
What I mean,
But I secretly wish you do.
This poem was written for you.
My version of love
I want to love you
in the ways you recognize love.
I want to carry your weight
before you realize
You’re holding too much.
I want to be caught
lingering in your eyes,
unrushed, unafraid,
not needing an excuse.
I want to hold you
the way life holds me
on its gentler days,
firm enough to feel safe,
soft enough to feel like home.
I want to paint you,
even knowing I’ll get it wrong.
Not because I’m an artist,
but because effort
is the language I speak best
when something matters.
I want to dance with you
without knowing the steps,
trusting that balance
is something we’ll learn
in each other’s arms.
I want to sleep beside you
the way the moon keeps watch
quietly, faithfully,
glowing without asking
to be noticed.
And when morning arrives,
I want your smile
to be the first thing that teaches me
how to begin again.
Unconditional
Out of love,
I’d learn the language of your silence
so you’d never have to explain it.
I’d carry your heavy days
the way dusk carries the sun,
quietly,
without asking it to stay bright.
I’d make room for you
in moments you don’t feel like taking up space,
and remind you
that you were never meant to shrink.
I’d stand between you
and the parts of the world
that forget to be gentle.
I’d love you patiently
like roots love the soil,
doing their work unseen,
holding everything together.
I’d learn what unconditional truly means
Out of love.
Loss & Letting Go
For the things you had to release,
Even when your heart wasn’t ready.
Like the clouds
When the clouds get heavy, it rains
When your heart gets heavy, it pains.
But just like the clouds, you need to flow,
And with a heavy heart, let it go.
Crying
Tears ran down her eyes
For she realized
She finally understood the words
To the poem on love.
Every line made sense to her.
It never did before.
But she now finds herself,
Relating to every sentence,
Feeling it deeply.
Crying.
Don't hold on
Don’t hold on
For any longer than you are supposed to.
You are tying your hands up in the past,
When the same hands have the power
To change your future.
Dichotomy
Some days,
My solitude
Feels like freedom,
And on other days,
It feels like loneliness.
The quiet is liberating,
Yet terrifying.
Night Changes
I look at my eyes,
But fail to recognize
The person I have become.
And I realise,
Just as the pattern in the skies
Changes with every sunset,
I change too.
Identity & Becoming
For who you were,
and who you’re becoming.
Love Life
Locked up in those lips of hers was her truth.
She loved waking up in strange cities,
Eating breakfast nobody bothered eating,
Drinking coffee that was two days old,
Reading poetry she didn’t understand,
Cycling unknown blocks,
Planting her favorite flowers,
Singing songs, she didn’t know the lyrics to,
Drinking water from wells rather than taps,
The smell of paint,
Hearing the humming of birds,
Dancing when no one is watching,
Painting her nails, then painting them again,
Sketching horribly.
Feeling the fresh breeze caressing her hair,
Fingers tracing the shooting stars,
Dressing up for herself,
Getting lost in the moment,
Being her own master.
She never said it.
But felt it.
Home
I often want to return home,
But it is impossible to find.
And I do not realize what home is
Until I have left it all behind.
Was my home lost in the past?
In a dream that did not last?
Did it ever exist?
My heart persists,
My mind knows,
Reality shows,
There is no home.
Museum
My mind, a museum of memories,
Where artifacts of life are displayed.
Within this gallery of my past,
I glimpse, but cannot touch,
Nor feel the same.
Yet if I were to let you wander in,
Would you become a haunting memory too?
Another chapter etched in history’s tome,
A tale I’ll see, but cannot touch anew.
Envelopes
Sealed and bound
In one of the envelopes:
My childhood dreams.
My imagination,
My ambitions,
My thoughts,
My beliefs,
My life,
Me.
Somewhere along the way,
I lost the envelope.
Cosmos & Faith
For when you looked up,
and felt something bigger.
Staring at the moon
Once again,
I find myself looking out at the night sky,
The moon, the stars, and all that shine,
Not quite knowing why I’m doing so.
I’d like to apologize, for I did not realize
That my eyes had escaped the room, and were chasing the moon, aimlessly.
Countless times, my mind drifts off,
Chasing the light on a starry night at ease, finding peace.
And when they ask,
I put on my mask as I say nothing’s wrong,
When the stars knew all along that I found solace in their starry company.
So careless, so free.
Twinkle
With every word and every movement,
You arrange yourself in my heart,
Like the stars are arranged in the sky.
You twinkle and sparkle
And make my heart so beautiful.
You orchestrate what was once shy,
To beat so loud, to beat so proud,
That those who are passing by,
Start noticing what once went missing,
The twinkle in my eye.
Beholder
You see the ocean in a single drop,
And in a leaf, you see the tree.
It is no wonder,
My beautiful beholder,
You always see,
The universe in me.
Faith
There are seasons
When the world feels fragile,
When tomorrow arrives quietly
And no one is sure what it will carry.
In moments like these,
Fear grows loud.
It tells us to expect the worst,
to brace ourselves
for everything that could go wrong.
But look around.
We are still here.
Still breathing.
Still standing in the morning light
after nights that tried to break us.
Human beings have always been like this.
We bend,
but we do not stay bent.
We gather what remains of our courage
and build small fires from it.
We share warmth with strangers.
We hold one another closer
than yesterday.
Because hope is not naïve,
Hope is stubborn.
It is the quiet decision
to keep loving
when the world tempts you to close your heart.
It is kindness
offered without conditions.
Gratitude
even in imperfect days.
Faith
that something beautiful
is still on its way.
We are stronger than the moment
that tries to frighten us.
Stronger than uncertainty.
Stronger than despair.
We keep walking,
Even when the path disappears.
And tomorrow,
however it arrives,
will find us the same way.
Still here.
Still rising.
Still carrying love in our hands
like a light
no darkness could ever extinguish.
Because the future
has always belonged
to those who believed
there was one.
Dangerous
She was the moon to my starry sky. Her fire was her world.
There was something dangerous about her smile.
The ease with which it melted me was scary. She knew it. I knew it.
But that never stopped me from cracking another joke.
The fire of her smile soon burnt the resistance of my icy heart.
Each flame provoked me to add more fuel.
I thought I'd never run out of fuel. I never did.
But she ran out of fire. And now it's just cold for both of us.
With frowns, we drown in the ocean of my heart.
We sank. She doesn't know it yet.
I guess she'll float to another island and light another fire.
There was something dangerous about her smile.
Healing & Growth
For the version of you
that refused to give up.
Never Wasted
Your love’s never wasted.
Just because you’ve tasted
Yet another heartbreak,
A small punctuation
Your beautiful story,
Saw a fluctuation,
It wasn’t a mistake.
We keep telling ourselves,
That Everything’s at stake.
Look at it in hindsight.
Yes, look past all the ache,
Your heart’s willing to fight,
Fight for what you believe,
So beautifully bright,
So open to receive
And yes, love can deceive.
It absolutely hurts,
When your heart gets broken,
Ah, you still see their shirts
Hanging in your closet,
What you left unspoken
Locked in your deposit.
Feels like the wrong person
Held all the right feelings.
Believe me, I’m certain,
Your heart will start healing
The lessons you learn will
Slowly start revealing
That love lies within you.
Make yourself whole again,
Love will always find you
And so will the right one.
It’s a question of when.
Admiration
I’ve fallen in love with a friend
And I don’t want this feeling to end
There’s healing in her presence
In her warmth, in her essence.
She is the story I want to write
When I’m up late at night
Lost in admiration
Of the wonder that she is.
I can’t get over this.
I’m convinced
No one else exists the way she does
She sees the world with eyes so pure
And I think that’s because
Her heart has infinite capacity
To love more, to love often
She has the audacity,
She doesn’t proceed with caution,
But with freedom.
There’s a joy she receives
In the little things
She cannot hide
The happiness it brings
How adorable it is to see
She holds the key
To making me smile
I notice everything
And it doesn’t change
What I think of her.
A feeling so strange,
Never happened before,
Every passing moment
Makes me love her more.
I’d love her from afar
If that’s the only choice
I can make
Giving her time,
Valuing her voice
Could never be a mistake.
Quite the opposite
For she’s all things good
I’ve understood
That I’ll always feel this way
And if she wasn’t to stay
I’d be grateful for the little I had
And the stolen time we shared
I’ll always remember you
As the one that genuinely cared.
A love that grows,
She always shows
What makes her rare.
She’s a silent prayer.
Brutality
Time stops the moment
You realize you’ve outgrown a person
or a place,
because there is a kind of grief in growth
no one prepares you for.
It’s the quiet death of a version of you
that once felt endless,
the shattering recognition
that you can’t go back,
not even if you beg your heart to shrink again.
You start to see the cracks
in what you once called home,
You notice the distance
in the eyes you used to trust,
and suddenly the life you were living
feels a size too small.
There’s no anger.
No blame.
Just the unbearable truth that you are no longer who you were,
and they are no longer where you’re meant to stay.
Growth is brutal like that.
It doesn’t ask permission,
it just arrives,
tears you from the familiar,
and destroys every illusion
that comfort is the same as belonging.
Becoming love
I am not chasing love.
I am becoming love, and I know you are too.
I don’t seek someone to complete me.
I seek someone who knows she is already whole,
who has looked in the mirror of her pain
and chosen to rise, not run.
I’m not waiting for fireworks, I’m preparing for fire.
The kind that warms, not burns.
That cooks real meals. That keeps the light on when the world goes cold.
I’ve seen life unravel.
I’ve watched my own breath slip from my chest
and learned what it means to fight, and to heal.
I’ve walked alone, not because I had to,
but because I chose to meet myself first.
Now, I’m ready.
Ready for a woman who carries her own weather.
Who can sit in silence without shrinking,
laugh out loud without apology,
and love without needing to be rescued.
You are not a project.
Not a prize.
Not a piece of my puzzle.
You are a partner.
An equal.
A mirror.
A force.
We will not lose ourselves in each other
We will find more of ourselves together.
We’ll dance between deep talks and dumb jokes.
Build between poetry and planning.
Pray, play, touch, grow.
And
And when the world gets loud,
We’ll return, not to escape,
but to remind each other what matters.
I won’t promise perfection.
But I promise presence.
I promise to see you fully.
To choose you daily.
To nurture what is sacred between us.
This is the kind of love I’m living for.
Rooted. Wild. Soft. Unbreakable.
And I know
when our paths cross,
We’ll recognize each other
not by how we look,
but by how we feel at home.
Short Poems
For the thoughts
that didn’t need explaining.
Sunrise
When I was alone
On the beach of my mind,
I learnt to have
Control over the tide.
It’s when I walked
On the sand of my heart
That I trampled on the ache,
And my footprints created art.
It’s when I watched
The sunset of my pain,
I realized from life’s ocean,
My sun will rise again.
Beard
From a naïve teenager,
The stubble started growing in patches,
Covering the face,
hiding expressions,
A sign of strength,
of being manly.
As the beard grew,
Various styles gave solace.
Changing color with time, aging.
Finer with age.
Now barely hiding wrinkles.
Acting brave, false courage.
A grandchild now playing with it
Once a year.
A priceless smile.
His health fades
And grey turns to white.
Rainbows
And in the storm, she smiled,
While others lost their minds.
She’s been through countless storms
And she always rises like a rainbow.
The tougher the storm,
The brighter her colors.
Always there
My fingers will never tire,
Of running through your hair,
And so too, my heart,
Of treating you with care,
For you were always there.
Thieves
What are we but thieves,
Stealing each other’s hearts
To survive another day?
Living with the fear,
Of getting caught someday.
Salt
She is like salt.
Sometimes, she preserves me,
Sometimes she burns me.
Some stories are meant to be read.
Some are meant to be written for you.