Poetry, the language of our souls, is beyond rhymes and metaphors. It is a way of understanding oneself — and the world we live and dream within. A place where beauty is adored through the lenses of dreamers. Poetry isn't just written, but felt. It reminds us why we fell in love with words, why ...Read more

Leaves howl, wind weeping I left the candle burning With hopes the dead May remember me When the living forgets...Read more

I looked at the world through rose coloured glasses. A world so small, Yielding beauty that some have bypassed. We took it for granted, Growing pride in our hearts, Blinded by the greed and hatred we've planted. I am looking at the world through tearstained lenses. A world we claim to love, Ye...Read more

Quietly the sun wakes Pulling you away from sight Dawn came, beauty fades...Read more

I stared at the distant hollow eyes, Searching for a shred of hope. My palms pressed against the glass, Praying it would reach out to me. Calling out its name, And begging to be heard, My cries were lost in the silence That screamed back without a word. The face staring back, Had cracks on its...Read more

***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 our Threa...Read more

There lives a stranger, Some loath, some love. Bounded nought by time, Nor the grave, or what's above. He walks in darkness, Wielding silence as his rod. Could he be a blessing, Or a punishment from God? A friend he is to some, And a foe to those who'd run. We know not when he comes, Only to an...Read more

Hummingbird singing Sunlight beams and dance with me Was it still a dream?...Read more

It is a curse to find beauty where reality forbids it to be; Clocks ticking, shadows shifting, even voices whispering in the walls. But it is a curse I deem sacred and cruel, For amidst such despair — Lies the beauty of telling the moon about you....Read more

Misery masked itself as pleasure, Darkness portrayed itself as art. Or so I believed, naive, unaware — Your words pierced straight through my heart, Time drenched in the agony left behind. The lips that praised me, no longer did — Instead they whispered false pretence. The hands that welcomed me, ...Read more

Poets are innocent fools. Feeling more though reality forbids, We cling onto what may never be — Chasing the lie of a merciful end. Poets are innocent fools. Hiding behind the pages we bleed, Shielding our aches in rhyme and metaphor — With a hunger the world cannot feed. Longing to be seen Beyond...Read more

They cut your wings before you could fly. They took every piece of you, yet still called you selfish when you tried to keep your bones. Forsaking the fountain of your hopes, you lost yourself before you even knew who you were. Everyday was a battle against life — a war lost before it even began. ...Read more

You hid me from the outside world, shielded from its cruelties. My peace you protected, and you gave me serenity. When at my lowest I bled on your shoulders, you did not judge. When my soul cried out in the middle of the night, only you heard and listened. Even though you saw every inch of me — ...Read more

Darkness called to me I stepped into the silence — Now the void echoes...Read more

I hide away from you like a shadow that thrives on its own. I watched you spiraled into a void with no return — Still, I beg time to free me from this misery. Who are you, I wonder — What has become of you? Your eyes no longer glisten with the dreams you once held. Now every glance I steal is...Read more