They judge me by the tag, not the story I drag. Call me Gen Z like that explains every scar in my bag. Call me anxious like the feeling has no reason ...Read more

In a world of shadows and secrets untold, Love embarks on a journey, its path uncontrolled. Eyes shut in the dimness of the night, Yet the heart alone...Read more

I fell for you so hard the earth shook, I fell for you so hard I held nothing back, Not even the fears I admit to myself in the dark, I fell for you s...Read more

Still undefined, Poetry is an artistry that still can't be identified, Each word are laces born from curiosity and longing.. Poetry is beauty and p...Read more

Tongue like venom, sweet with heat she kissed me slowly, then bit in deep Nails on spine, a dirty hymn we danced in filth, baptized in sin Whispers f...Read more

I suppose I love my scars because they have stayed with me longer than most people have. ~ Nikita Gill

It's raining and I'm standing next to you My shivering is more about our proximity than the drizzling. You lend me your coat that feels like home ...Read more

o’ writer how does it feel to hear your words from lips foreign to yours, for a tongue new to the taste of you— at y...Read more

I made a friend; she was on the verge of bloom, then she got taken up by a big purple balloon. It carried on further than the sky. I only turned away ...Read more

It starts with a whisper, a subtle invite, A thrill, a relief, that feels just right, But slowly it tightens, day after a day, Turning bright hope...Read more

"You became my delusion, partly because of my seclusion. I realize now it was all an illusion and I no longer feel slighted by your exclusion. Yes, I...Read more

Split in half is my mind Into two- blue and pink No matter how much I try to bind Or try to embed or shrink They both go their separate ways Li...Read more

I’ve been thinking lately if I were gone, what would happen after? Who would be the last person to sit beside my grave? Would it be my best frien...Read more

The poet bleeds on the paper, The father reads the newspaper, The mother cooks the dinner, Their children have a fever. The poet writes a goodbye let...Read more

I’m a poet, an artist, a rebel I’m a child too grown up, a teenager too childish. And by the end of the day, I’m a big nobody, just another word in my...Read more

When you shared my graduation frame, your friend looked twice and said my name— a perfect copy, she claimed with glee. How similar are we, Mother, can...Read more

"Ugly girl," they'd all say and laugh Little did they know that it'd break me in half A laughing stock I'd always  been Them failing to see the be...Read more

In the street, beneath the cold tin roof where i sleep Sound of leaves, falling. #ku

Death, my distant lover— loves me, cannot have me. Yearns but cannot reach, wants me like an alcoholic aching for one sip, forever relapsing. It look...Read more

The traveler weeps and weeps, Until it can't resist, The temptation to give in To the voices, And develops a disease.