Goodbyes rarely arrive all at once. Most begin long before the door closes. A sentence shortens. A chair stays empty one evening too many. Two lives continue beside each other with the precision of parallel lines, close enough to remember the shape of contact, far enough to never meet again. These poems began with that…
TagEmotion
Echoes of Nilan
1. Smell of Jasmine I wasn’t looking for anything that day.Just air that didn’t reek of engine smokeand maybe a decent filter coffee,and silence on a quiet bench at the beach. But I saw her—mid-argument with a fruit vendor,mango in one hand, disdain in the other.Something about the way she stood there—elbows sharp, eyes laughing—it…
The Quiet Choice
I walk the halls, a place of learning, they say,But shadows lurk, and whispers echo, a different tale each day.I am just a kid, with dreams and hopes, like any other.Yet today, I find myself a target, a pawn. I remember the first time I saw him,that kid with fists like iron, words like glass—both…
Fear
When doubt castsa shadow in the mind,and anxiety stiffensits grip on instincts,our emotion manifestsinto one of fear. When we are not at easewith a certain known risk,we pave way for fearto engulf and mould us.Ideally, we want tomanage our innatesand eliminate the learneds. There’s a bias to fearthat comes with demographics.While the child and the…
Writer’s Block
A bottomless down,to a prior sky-high up…A tide that soared,quietly crashed into shore…Like the orange and purple horizon,gobbling up the sun,hour by hour,just to devour… Paper would stare,pen wouldn’t dare,Minutes would tick,cursor would just blink;There’s a moat betweenthem and you! May you dare to jump,might you build a bridge;You can’t fail to hear,their one anthem… …
Silence
It isn’t void, it’s full of answers… It is the slumber, that nourishes wisdom… It is a moat, yet it connects souls… It might seem vacuum, yet is a great source of strength… It can express pain, it can offer ignorance… It can be mistook, but can never be misquoted… It can be the amplifier,…
Line, wave, and axis
You’re a surfer, riding waves day and night… Some towering, some calming Some gentle, some brutal… You ride with pride You’re a zestful surfer… You’re a thinker Thoughts usher when it’s sun or moon… Some stirring, some uninspiring Some moving, some stalling.. You think and not blink You’re a hopeless thinker… You’re an emotional Feelings…
Wheels on the Street
The town was small and quiet, its pulse was tall and vibrant. It was nestled in a valley of sorts, with the hills around bouncing off the heat, a cleft where clouds could pause to rest. A cozy two-storied brick and concrete house, tucked-in at one end of a dusty winding street. At other end…
Spiritual Sense
Nourishment from food, joy from exercising… They fuel the movement, of the mortal form… Body benefits from it, making us agile and fit… But that’s only one half, of the happiness equation… The other half is to us, like the flame is to a candle… Spirituality is a sum total of parts of faith, belief,…