Strapless  (Rollercoaster #2)


It felt like being in a Rollercoaster with no seatbelt 

You just hold on to dear Life hoping it end wells 

Funny things it is never does.

You end up hurt and shattered like glass.

But all these times you’re thingking, why do I deserve this?

But honey, Life is Cruel and Blind, it doesn’t pick who it’s next victim is .

So just hold on to that strapless Rollercoaster for as long as you can,

And wait till the ride is finally ends.

Loneliness 

I know loneliness.
I know the smell of absence and the sound of laughter from the other side of the wall. The way you speak to yourself just to fill the lack of someone else. Anyone else. Anything else.
I know loneliness.
I sit at this coffee shop this morning watching the world. I actually like sitting at coffee shops by myself. The things you notice when you’re on your own, without anyone distracting you from the simple pleasure of noticing things. Like how the old man sitting across from me has been trying to scratch something that shouldn’t really be scratched in public – okay, that I file under things I wish I could un-notice. Like how the lady on the other side of the room just rather nervously re-touched her lipstick for what must have been the fifth time. She’s wearing what I’d consider a way too expensive piece of clothing. I scan the room and realize she’s alone, just like me, and it hits me that we’re not so different, that woman and I. I wonder what had happened that made noticing much less exciting to her, and now she’s seeking comfort in crimson lipstick and expensive dresses. I sit calmly in the corner with my coffee, cluttering my notebook with sketches and words while watching these people, before I make my way back to my hotel room to sleep and lose myself in another world, another dream, with no one beside me to draw me back to reality. 
I like the way I notice things and how I wouldn’t notice them if someone kept filling my mind with familiar conversations because I seek the unfamiliar. How small, ordinary routines can turn into beautiful memories. Like the way I spend every morning writing undistracted for an hour, just like how I’ve done in the last couple of years, but how a simple habit becomes something new and exciting just because you’re in a new place with unfamiliar people to watch and observe. In a coffee shop with strange cups and a new smell of their brew, and how I can simply sit in one place for hours and just be astonished, all my senses awake and sharp, and I smile even though I don’t realize, and some young man smiles back at me probably thinking the smile is for him but it’s really just because I’m simply content with my own state of excitement. Excitement for all these seemingly familiar routines, but for me, it’s all new. And how the simple habit of writing every night until I fall asleep becomes my safety, because that’s what I know, that’s what I do. But it’s still unfamiliar as entering a new land every single night because these poems, these letters, these memories transport me to different worlds where all things are possible.
And you ask why I enjoy my loneliness? Because loneliness doesn’t have to be empty if you learn to see the possibilities it brings. I have learned to look at loneliness as not an empty space but more like a blank canvass. A blank page free for you to fill. With stories, possibilities, excitement. Or the simple stillness of watching the sun rise over the horizon in silence each new morning. No one is telling me about familiar things. The world is, after all, only our perception of it.
So I’m not afraid of loneliness. It is my friend and faithful companion. And because it is teaching me. 
(Picture by unknown )

You and me


There are just edges that never fit,

It’ll only turn out as a tragedy.

When colors mix in the saddest way,

It produces an image of you and me.

When dead trees sprout in the middle of The freshest meadows;

And flowers wilt in the beginning of spring

And when fireflies loses their glow,

It reminds us of our things.

When clouds cry and never stop,

And stars fall in the form of shards,

When towers tumble from the tops,

It reminds me of our heart.

When lightening inhabits  every cloud,

And When words and laughter seem so foreign to us,

When we see to each other but no sound,

It’s reminds me how we faded to dust.

So every time,

When someone say the word of “TRAGEDY”

My mind can’t help but come back to the time, 

TO YOU AND ME.

My 2K followers thank you for all the supports 😘

2K followers,  I can’t believe it.

Never have I dream to reach this far,

Someone tell me, am I dreaming? 

It seems was like it was only yesterday 

I wished open stars . . .

These blog meant the world to me,

I am so glad you took the time to read it.

Just by saying you love it make me so happy

It feels like i can finally breathe.

You are gift from wishing stars

A Miracle that’s come out of the blue

You are the reasons I got this far 

So from the bottom of my heart,

THANK YOU .

“Someone” (collaboration poem with Sidharth’s)

On a night, under the scattered stars

Mercilessly, you gave me scars. 

You ripped my soul apart 

As from my life, you decided to depart. 

I cried helplessly, my soul screamed

You faded, like an unfulfilled dream.

Your memory, still haunts me in my sleep 

But even without you, I know I’m complete. 

Hopes in my heart, still echo & beat 

For someone, who’ll be willing to heal me.

Someone, who’ll admire my inner beauty 

Someone, who’ll breathe joy within me. 

Someone, who’ll kiss my brutal scars

Someone, who’ll value my heart.

Someone,who’ll be my light in the dark

Someone, who’ll  be my shinning star.

Someone,  who’ll have a heart of gold 

Someone, my hand who’ll always hold.

Someone, who’ll comfort my aching soul 

Someone, who’ll love me even when I’m old.

You left me broken, but I won’t whine 

Someone, would turn my cry into a smile. 

That day my heart will dance, I will shine

With someone, whom I would call mine.

Note: You don’t need another human being to make your life complete, but let’s be honest. Having your wounds kissed by someone who doesn’t see them as disasters in your soul but sees them as space through which they can put their love into your being, is the most calming thing in this world. 

In this poem I collaborated with sidharth and I thanks for him for using the foundation of my idea for this poem. he’s a flawless writer do visit his blog https://sweetdevil69.wordpress.com   he have many fascinating post with his amazing creativity writing . I’m sure you guys will love it 😊

Love story in the sky

The sound of the rain

Never ceases to amaze me.

Have you ever thought 

What  secrets were passed down to earth when those drops hit the ground?

Have you ever wondered, the thunder isn’t just thunder,

It’s the anger of the sky towards rain.

Have you ever felt the love between sky and the earth,

And the only way it can communicate 

Is falling down on the earth in the form of tears.