Ignite the desire and put on the memory pan Add a cube of happy butter Wait till it melts like a vanilla icecream in summer Then crack three eggs and put it in pan Just remember yolk is pain and egg white is your dying dream Now sprinkle some crushed pepper and hope salt And stir it like you stir ...Read more

I am whatever you say I am. From the outset of individuality, There was never any escape From the inverse cyclicality Modern economics dictate For the trade of personality Against futures of the heart And puppy love sentimentality. I am whatever you say I Am not the one left standing; There is a ...Read more

“I think I love you cause you are always in my mind…” You stayed in my head like a song on repeat, In every small silence, in every heartbeat, In words I don’t say and dreams incomplete, Like something I couldn’t leave behind. I called it love ‘cause it felt so strong, ‘Cause you were there w...Read more

A pleasant day turned memorable We had a event Some stayed and some left We experienced new games for our best Wearing shiny outfits, moments true refreshments served by staying Parents arrived and i was right was our performance ,new delight We had our dinner And rushed to washroom with ...Read more

what went through that brain? i ask this to a small boy who held wooden sticks in his hands, vigorous to make a car so he could drive to a supermarket. i was so certain it was going to work. until it was sunset, and grandma called me inside. " playtime is over " oh boy, those people that walke...Read more

The whole place was noisy. Everyone laughed and stormed the sand, A no-go area for sorrow, yet there it was — because of me. Clutching “not good enough” in my throat, I envied the waves of the water. So unburdened, without hearing “Why can’t you be like them? The rivers and streams, gentl...Read more

the night sky twinkles above me the stars winking back at me i walk on this empty street i feel the cold night air hit my skin the pavement steady beneath my shoes the soft rustle of leaves here i walked alone no more prying eyes no one to claw away at me no voices belittling my every move – my ev...Read more

the year the rain ran its sharp nails on our roof and broke through the doors of our little town into our kitchen floor, you and I, we hardly left our beds except to peer out through the window. all day and night, we held the flaming sun in our dreams, i remember how it felt, it even burned ...Read more

Hey writing pals! Greetings... The word of the day today is Natsukashii. Natsukashii (懐かしい) is a Japanese adjective expressing fond, joyful nostalgia, describing a pleasant, warm, and bittersweet feeling when remembering the past. It implies appreciating happy memories (often triggered by a soun...Read more

I waited for that breeze. I waited till cold sweats dripped down my face. Fabric stuck to my body, I might have really looked a mess. When it came, it wasn't just a whiff, But a brief one. Where faces clicked, home, they screamed. The edge of my lips drew up, Where it knew its place, where it belong...Read more

She stands where streetlights flicker thin, Where night lets quieter horrors in, A silhouette in fractured weeks The girl who never, ever speaks. No name to trace, no past to claim, No whispered proof she ever came, Just echoes pressed in concrete creaks, And eyes that watch but never speak. They ...Read more

Am i just a bleeding heart? Anonymous but aware of my depth. Few see the beauty in the chaos that fester on pages. My canvases of sultry masterpieces were belonged to my soul. Burning every drop red yet black to know the true essence of you. The snake that wasn't ever my angel. A cage you made me co...Read more

How can I ever let you sully your hands over something that thrives on phantasm? The smoke burns my foresight, yet the mirror reflects a Quasimodo with a flower in hand, as Esmeralda waltzes a breeze from a summer I never felt I know I am only shooting myself in the foot, fingers crossed, praying t...Read more

How does it feel to be the puppeteer with bloody hands, still refusing to wipe them off? How does it feel to be the lost map on someone’s journey? How does it feel to be the question if waking up in the morning isn't a waste of time? How does it feel to be the king of bodies that aren’t yours? H...Read more

The memories we share make me want to care. So much that I cannot live a day without thinking of you. Replaying in my mind the times when we were young and fools. Running on the hill carefree, rolling down it mindlessly. I couldn't help but snap a pic to cherish soundlessly. I couldn't hear your la...Read more