No one out there

will ever

be able enough

to break the columns

of your castles

or glorious stature;

So stop right there

when you say

they crushed it all for you;

It was just

a bare touch

a faint mind

and a feeble heart

of you.



Love, Poetry

Last Chance

This is the last chance

you are ever having

this is the last time

I am ever trying;

Piecing a million bits of

raw lovers’ feelings

Forging steel-hard trust within

something that always seemed lacking

Creating new fragments of memory

which lately we haven’t

been doing for quite a bit

Putting in effort and sincerity

for the other party

instead of just assuming they know it;

But before you

reprimand me

for being near the verge of resigning

I just need you to know

never have I prayed this much;

But if we aren’t meant to be

as cliche as it may seem

then no heaven or skies can aid us

let alone

if it’s just me.

Love, Poetry

Her Ring

Wrapped around her svelte finger

the fourth finger to be exact

his fingertips still prancing

between her knuckles

and the silver shined circlet

I love it

she whispered with reassurance;

She really did

it hugged her finger so nicely

silvery with a coral pink gem

perched on it

the intricacies of the pink rock

resonated with her the most

manifesting how beautifully complex

relationships can be

how bliss and weariness

can exist on the same page

how love can be

entangled with almost every

binary of emotions that exist out there

and nevertheless still be as stunning;

Caressing her fingers

gaze set on the silver painted

cotton band with

a nib of pink stone

he murmured

I’ll get you one

with a diamond stone

on platinum one day

I promise;

Embracing him whilst

his fingers still on hers

she affirmed

Even then

will I still have

this ring on

I promise.

Love, Poetry

Part Of


She loved


of all seasons

dewy, mildly prickly

with the rustling of

red green yellow ones

soothing her mind

like how the breeze does to her skin;

She loved


no matter what shape and sizes

they come in

their pillar of brown just gives her

as much majestic feeling as it does

with serenity

two things which she never imagined

could coexist;

She loved

the sea

of how crushing waves and gentle tides

seem to hum a song

that never fails

to stir her feelings

of how the smell of the seas seemingly

gives her a breath of new beginnings;

Nature was in her

She was part of her;

and somehow

she loved


as if he was part of all

the trees, leaves and seas

that she was so

passionately intrigued with;

She loved him

as if

he was a part of nature

that was bestowed on her.

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Lights flashing

spotlights hovering beneath marbled ceilings

stale Swarovski chandeliers complementing

those satin robes ladies were dressed in

hand in hand with men in tuxedos and

diamond crusted cufflinks;

The crowd was a picturesque

painted in strokes of wealth, popularity

an epitome of glamour

and the esteemed;

When he finally came through

the 15-foot tall mahogany doorway

soft applauses echoed throughout the grand lobby

all eyes laid on him

the one most popular

and wealthy standing;

His eyes sharpened

jaw eased, broad smile across

wine glass high up above his chin

hailing each and every one’s

trivial accomplishment in coin and fame;

Yet beneath this glittered coating

laid a rotting dull pith

benumbed to solitude and masquerade

for the ages spent in pursuit

of mere fame and money;

As he edged closer to wealth

and acclaim

he fell back from

friends and family;

Yet tragically those in awe can never

see past the tinsel crust

of those lacquered over

by popularity

or money.

For Daily Prompt: Popular

Love, Poetry

The Astronaut


It all laid right upon him

dappled blanket smothering

right over him

with just a lone streak of

pink and green or

was it violet and turquoise green;

I would fly

nearer to the stars 

to the nebulas

and even Andromeda 

if I could

if only I could;

The distance never felt any closer

with the steps he took

years he shed

and dozens of oxygen tanks he had;

The streak of hues always seemed

a galaxy or two afar

yet his heart never once

pumped futile or despondent;

Pushing another step forth

his irises fading into the violet lambency

the only streak of tint the astronaut could see;

and coincidentally

it was the last colour

she told him.

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Love, Poetry

Loved Once


She once loved so great

till the bits of her tangled onto

the skin of whom she loved;

the shade of the day hinged on

 the smile that he gave;

the presence of her laughter would

give way to his forlorn face;

the dimples on his cheek

gave her merriment even in her sombre days;

A mere sight of him gave her

frenzied bits of chills till the depths of her pith;

She once loved so great

till her heart beats in synchrony

with the one she kissed;

exchanging their heartfelt words

not only on birthdays but on

every free day they could get;

lending him her shoulder when a lull company

could give more than any speech could have;

choosing to hold her tongue

when the heat in her seethed so immense

only speaking

once the storm in their heads receded;

their time spent as one never gave her

anxiety or wild palpitations

yet somehow always felt

calming and easing

to her marrow

to her soul;

That is when she knew

she had only ever

loved once

and not more.

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