our lives are like a jigsaw puzzle,

each piece playing an equal part,

there may be times of hopelessness and frustration

where the pieces begin to fall apart

sometimes the pieces go missing

and are either rediscovered or lost forever;

sometimes we end up with mismatched shapes

no matter how hard we try to fit them together.

although it may seem never-ending

like an infinite loop of nearing defeat,

the picture that unveils will leave you in awe

once the puzzle is finally complete.

i wish that i could go back to the days

when i was younger and carefree,

when i didn’t worry about judgement or grades

or what i wanted to grow up to be.

when i feared drowning, not drowning in fear

and played in gardens without dreading its destruction;

when i created wonderland for mere fun,

not an escape from the reality of violence and corruption.

when my worldview was veiled with innocence,

not having to desperately read between the lines,

when everything seemed perfectly in place;

oh, to relive such simpler times.

we strive to protect our planet

and yet, our minds remain polluted.

within the systems designed for our protection,

are corruption and poison, deeply rooted.

religion, sexuality, gender, race

do not make us inferior to another;

where are our humanity and morals

when we discriminate based on skin color?

no longer shall we be silenced

as our voices demand to be heard,

the time has come to stand up and fight

to ensure that justice is served.

I had written this for my first ever (online) poetry competiton, and although it is quite dark, it holds a very special place in my heart.

Is this what has become of me?

This state of mine, I could never foresee;

My heart shattered, my very existence inutile,

Cast into oblivion, by your words so brutal.

I could have never imagined,

That pure heart of yours, tainted and blackened;

Those fragile touches and pale soft lips,

Resulting in my very own apocalypse.

Your empty promises weigh down on me,

So unmerciful, that I’d rather bathe in the Lethe,

To have no trace of your wicked doing,

And to put an end to this eternal suffering.

To the devil himself I would sell my limbs,

My soul and my heart by plucking each heartstring;

Let the blood flow for him to preserve as a token,

As a reminder of the one who was once broken.

our story had begun

upon meeting that fateful evening;

sea breeze and gritty sand

now hold a special meaning.

while cherishing the good times

you remained faithfully by my side,

like the grains that cling on to you

while you admire the rising tides.

as distress crashed down in waves,

i hopelessly searched for your face;

like the receding tides,

you disappeared without a trace.

you called yourself a poet

and played around with words,

amidst our thirst for creativity,

emerged a collision of our worlds.

our minds combined as one

and together wielded a pen,

our work enraptured millions,

changing lives, time and again.

and thus a new tale was born,

written by stars and not ink;

two writers fell in love,

fiction and reality now in sync.

she was frightened and restrained

like a bird trapped in a cage,

and every time she tried to escape

she was met with rage.

for these rules and norms

persistently tried to control her;

every time she rebelled,

she lost another feather.

every time she raised her wings,

words shot her back down;

when she had lost all hope,

her feathers rose from the ground.

her passion and strength

seeped through each one;

the feathers helped break her free

and she had finally won.

she was made of constellations

illuminating the sky,

depicting tales of strength and bravery,

and like Orion, held her head high.

she was a constant source of warmth

like luminous rays from the sun;

she possessed a halo made of celestial bodies,

and like the planets, around her they spun.

she was a lighthouse,

guiding lost souls back to reality;

she was the embodiment of light—

bright, powerful and free.

#stars #light #constellations #women #sun

as the days went on and on

her smile turned faker and faker;

like the rope of faux pearls around her neck,

threatening to strangle and break her.

for those beads felt like a noose

strangling her and weighing her down;

her thoughts swam around her head

and in the hopelessness she drowned.

as the sea of darkness consumed her,

she frantically searched around;

as she waited for a beacon of light to save her,

she slowly disappeared without a sound.

when i feel your presence beside me,

my heart feels whole;

together we ignite a fire,

burning away until we reach our soul.

every fiber in our body,

is laced together like our fingers;

when my bed is empty and bare,

the scent of you still lingers.

and as i lay in your arms

and trace every feature of your face,

i feel the warmth radiating not off your body,

but from our hearts’ embrace.