we are messy
we are miraculous
we are surficial
we are deep
we are naïve
we are adept
we are vivacious
we are stoic
we are empty
we are full
we are within
we are without
we are fearful
we are undaunted
we are faceless
we are heroes
we are robust
we are fragile
we are poetry
we are prose
we are still
we are moving
we are living
we are dying
we are we
as we are



I thought I was just a mess
braving the storms of my own
choices, values, and dreams;
but I found so much comfort
in his keenness to collect my
chaotically dancing fragments,
I couldn’t help but smile.


voice raspy
thoughts messy
vision teary
heart numbed
head dizzy
spirit still
breath weak
legs paralyzed
body decaying
life vacuumed
existence question


these grasses i step on
hybrids of green and brown
a little soft
a little rough
i leave them crushed
as i walk in my garden

i consume a portion
of the slowly moving air
embodying void
but as i proceed forward,
the parted air
entangles on my back

the grasses that were
relentlessly crushed
oppose my plot,
regain their stance,
the void that i embodied
is no more a void


Don’t value me for it’s not worth it
Don’t trust me for why even will you
Don’t count on me for I’m infinite and fake
Don’t nourish me for I’ll feed on you someday
Don’t share with me for you’ll end up heavier
Don’t befriend me for I am really not the best
Don’t come close to me lest you want to burn
Don’t peer into my being for all you’ll see is hell
Don’t try to make me smile for I love reality
Don’t try to give me anything for I cannot return
Don’t treat me good for I cannot reciprocate
Don’t go for my behavior I am dark and deceptive
Don’t believe what you see in me for I am a delusion
Don’t come to me for clarity because I am blurred.

Some songs

It’s amazing how some songs
can lift you up and leave you
floating in the realm of the
unreachable, impalpable,
somewhere you haven’t been
but also somewhere you feel
that you belong since the
time immemorial, since always.


that voice is intent on repeating your name
with utmost reverence
that voice is intent on shouting out loud for you
amidst the cryptic chaos
that voice is your only lullaby sometimes
when you are troubled by the silence
that voice is your well-wisher
that voice is your lover
that voice warms you like the sun,
that voice is also moon’s light
that voice knows you better than you do

that voice is your self-calling

I don’t know

I don’t know if I can fall in love
again, like I did the very first time,
I don’t know if I will even be able to
give you what you are looking for,
I don’t know if I have the strength to
hold that hand you’re offering me,
I don’t know if I am ready to feel
butterflies in my stomach again,
I don’t know if my heart will throb
knowing that last time it was muted,
I don’t know if I can ever take steps
towards to you fearlessly and freely,
I don’t know if I can ever do justice
to the expectations, you have of me,
I don’t know if I will ever be able to
admire you the way you admire me,
I don’t know if I can kill my insecurities
to thrive in your endearing security.


From the cottony couches up above
that cling on to the infinite blue sheet,
fell the thick drops of rain
as I was walking down the lane.
Carried away by the fresh muddy smell
I kept standing, immobile, getting drenched,
imbibing the fluidity of life;
I continued walking with a smile on my face.

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