Book

Don’t worry, my sweetest, I write you into every poem. Even if we can’t see each other, I read you every now and then— While holding the book of love To my heart. It whispers your name, your eyes, Your sweet cheeks and your red nose— Which is

Hangman's tree

So you're the one I didn't see, you're the one who wasn't there when you was supposed to be. You came for the fruit of the tree I planted myself, you came for its branches just to set them on fire- to

The Only Flower In Valley

This valley is so big as if it has no end full of green grass, every blade of grass is the same. I am a colorful flower in all that greenery, I rise upright as the Sun bathes me in its radiance. My beauty is in vain, all the shine

Hoopoe

So let me write my poetry on your unadorned feet, so that it can dance to the heart of a magical beat. As we know, some sit under the solitude tree, and some are sunk within the boundaries of being free. And here we are, debunking the status quo built

English

One Last Act of Love

I had to let you go- It broke me to do so.  But you didn’t, Couldn’t, Wouldn’t,  Love me in the way that I needed to be loved.  I tried, I swear I did- I fought myself, my heart, my mind, and my soul Just to be

“It Is What It Is”

It is what it is.  “It is what it is” I say as I am drowning in my own pool of tears- And I can feel my heart slowing- Slowly dying with every breath,  Breaking more and more, Tendon by tendon.  “It is what it is” I say as I

The Sad Truth

I see you even though you are far away All nice words i want to say, But I can't stay I'm leaving with the day. When the Sun shines I disappear Once again I leave with fear, I leave defeated without a fight I'm

Were I An Apple to His Taste Buds?

"Old men are dirty men. Playful like cubs," printed the twenty-year-old pulp fiction. I didn't know the margins of dirt until my twenties. He saw the cerulean-blue, flowery cotton kurti dancing over my nutty brown skin. My young, careless façade, chatting with everyone, made me look

Yoshitaro

The day has finally arrived The Sun is visible on the horizon, The endless horizon that is lost in sight- is now before me. I have torn fear from my heart, only courage remains, I feel no remorse or regret, because on the day of death it is worth being

The Rage Inside You

I feel the rage inside you that you've been collecting for years It comes out of your eyes, It comes out of your smile. Bless me with your rage, bless me with your fear, everything that comes next- was paid off in tear. I will close my eyes

The Judge

Life is a trial, A stage crowded with tales, Where we act, wearing masks and veils. Life is a trial, One we cannot win. Some alter, some change, Trying to fool the jury of time and age. But the Judge watches silently; Unbiased, impartial. Master of our Fate, Anchor of

Take Time

It's best that I take time. Patience has alluded me for long. Like rotten apples in the basket grief spills over, my shrieks run deep in the wild. All this while I sit idle in my room, My body flickering like nightlights. All I speak is loud voices