Serenity. You see, when I roll down in your arms and try to smell you and make a home inside your chest, I feel secure and that's where my serenity lies. Each time, I try to smother your closed eyes and

There's death in every poem that I write no matter how much of my life I invest in it there's death in the name of you. always you. Last Seven Days Poems : Last Night Chaos Silence Unsaid Overthinking

And the last night we spent together, we lay ourselves, quiet & uninterrupted. He looked at me just how one looks at someone they love too much. I looked away from him because I didn't know how to

Chaos lands at my doorstep like an unwelcome guest. On most days, it arrives in the form of uncalled for conversations & unintended mistakes. On most days, it leaves me wondering if there is a good

Is the gravel in your voice from the wars your words wage before they find a way to your mouth? Are your half cut sentences questions you're afraid to ask or are they answers you evade? I've been circling

She preferred rivers to oceans the torrent of emotions and experiencing of life in waterfalls was so much more alluring than devotion to dew on your morning skin She used to tell me how she preferred poetry

Overthinking It is one of those nights where you're just sitting and thinking. Thinking about everything. About why is everything the way it is. Wondering about whether the sun would rise from another

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Naming Scars I think I’ll name this scar after you. Not because you put it there, or had anything to do with it at all, but because I like it. I like the way it makes me feel or, I suppose, the way it

"Hold on. Breathe" Was not being okay actually okay? Because, there I saw him. Suffocating himself with all his troubles, and hiding them. Behind that perfect smile. If only, not being okay,

You ripped her heart out and smeared blood on her face. She didn't let you see the grappling of emotions She never showed you the finality dawning You left a huge gaping hole across her back She stitched

And disembark my frame Unhinge your skin A wilted love Untangled limbs Every moment spent unknown Adrift and unsure we retrace our woes Words unsaid will tear the bones The end is nigh and alluringly so

A torn child And burning flames A cry for love A cry for hate the rain is shed And blood is craved For millions perish None the brave. A disdainful scene And blanched faces A layer of ash The stench of

I am far too detached from life to be a poet, a lover, a believer. A numbness crept over me to soon, and has dwelled in conceit since. I see emotions spiralling within your eyes but all I can offer is

I Remember I remember I remember how you had promised. Promised to stay. Just like the others. My heart ached when the promise also turned out to be like the others. I remember how you used to slip in

Finding home and holding on Different phases of life, different people, travel, explore, meet and know, and then, out of the blue, Forget. Came across him late. When some people had come and left, when

Prettier in death than she ever was in life. Crimson red caressed her breasts, covering her in the garb of her frivolity with and arrow adorning her like a brooch pinned to her heart. Her hair rooted in

I was there. But not completely. I was ruined and torn and injured. I took refuge in my mental cave and nursed my scars to heal themselves. I came out different on the other side. My injuries a proud reminder.

Bleeding Angel You say I'm delusional, but just the one who tells me I'm a bleeding angel will call me off my ledge. She screams with her eyes but all I see is bloody tears and bloody palms and bloody