I Wish Birds would sing along the way,
And people would dance
Throughout the day.
Clouds would shower flowers,
As if they’re happy today,
Everything shining,
Clean in its own gentle way.
People would open their hearts,
Parking kindness like love
That chose to stay.
I wish there would be
So much celebration and cheers,
Because
I am going to meet someone
Who sketches my imagination
And paints my tears.
What is your favorite type of weather?
When I am happy,
even the overcast sky
and crying clouds
couldn’t make me sad.
When I am sad,
even the sunny skies
couldn’t lift the weight I had.
My heart remained
cuddled in my arm.
Even the temperature
dripped icicles.
I remained kind and warm.
I had dared to hold a cone
with a shivering hand,
waiting for snow to fall
for a natural cream.
Sometimes my mind becomes foggy
when the sky is clear,
and sometimes the sky wears lids
when my mind evaporates.
Once, when I rolled my sleeves
like a tornado
to go on a ride,
the storm almost blew me
to my friend’s house
without a distance to cover.
That day, I realized
she was a quiet lover
whom I couldn’t see through
because mist
covered my sight forever.
I have been cold inside
when the temperature touched the roof.
Dogs remained—woof woof.
And somehow,
I learned to be weatherproof.
Many nights
I have dreamed myself
floating
in the sky
above the clouds
where the air feels borrowed
and light sits gently on my skin
I smile down
at the people on the ground
they wave at me
children point
pulling at sleeves
“look look”
parents stare
mouths open
like they’re inviting
bees and butterflies
to build homes inside
and me
I am just there
floating mid air
like I’ve been filled with helium
like my bones forgot their weight
no wings
I never had any
still I fly
not by effort
not by miracle
just by will
like a thought
telling the body to move
and it obeys
everything
so smooth
so normal
and I am not surprised
not proud either
the only human in the sky
and yet
it feels ordinary
even the birds
they do not question me
they let me pass
like I’ve always belonged
like I was written
into their sky
maybe that’s why
once
I tried to believe it
jumped
from a two storey building
onto a heap of sand
trusting the dream
but the ground
is a strict teacher
it reminded me
with a sprain
long ago
and I am grateful
I never tried the cliff
the kind of height
where the body shatters
before the mind understands
but still
every time I wake
from these sky dreams
I feel light
my mind
quiet
as if
something inside me
was taken
for a walk
a long silent voyage
through places
I cannot name
where maybe
stars fall slower
and you can watch them
up close
without burning
and I return
without noticing
like a traveller
who forgets the journey
but carries the feeling
and sometimes
I wonder
if somewhere
between breath and belief
between body and dream
I am still
floating
The emptiness you feel when you fall in love
and the emptiness you feel after breaking up
are not the same.
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The emptiness of a hopeless romantic,
and the emptiness of belonging
to a one-sided love association
are not the same.
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The emptiness of sitting alone with a coffee,
watching a couple laugh at another table,
is its own kind of silence.
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The emptiness when people don’t greet you back,
and the emptiness when you say “thank you”
and they look through you
as if your words never existed
are different wounds.
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The emptiness of being an outcast,
of being a crow
at a party thrown by seagulls,
feels like wearing the wrong sky.
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The emptiness when you try to speak
and they walk away
changing chairs,
tables,
even their sight—
as if distance can erase you.
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The emptiness when someone listens,
all ears,
but their soul is buried
inside their phone.
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Among all these emptinesses,
there is one more—
the emptiness I feel when I meditate,
when I try to let the past dissolve
like a fading reel,
no worries about the future,
just the present—
tranquil,
like waves breathing,
like energy flowing within—
and somehow,
that emptiness
does not consume me.
It transcends
all the others.
Do you remember
You and me
That day
Along with our pals
Lifting heavy bags on the shoulder
With weariness and hunger
Returning home from school
Dragging dust, feeling dull
I was running hard
And you chasing me
Then your shoes got splashed
In a muddy pool
As we hurried up the pace
You let me hold your bag
Bent down low
And tied your dancing lace
I smiled and stayed
But you ran like a culprit in a case
Vanished so fast
Did not even leave a trace
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My burden
Your burden
Dual burden, silent burden
All of a sudden
My cheeks turned red
Thoughts misled
My spinning, rotating head
When you treated me
Like your maid instead
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In my helpless condition
You mocked, amused
Left me there
Half lost, half confused
You kept walking
Did not turn around
Not a look, not a sound
So obvious it was
I dropped your old century museum bag
On the dusty ground
You got furious
Eyes sharp like a greyhound
In that moment
I saw my pain rebound
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Not even far
Your shoes betrayed you again
Splashed and stuck
Held tight by mud and pain
I laughed this time
Playing my part in the game
But your baleful glance
Cut straight through my frame
You caught me quickly
Before I could escape your aim
I thought you would beat me hard
Leave behind a scar
But instead
You gave me something rare
Something quiet, yet strong and fair
A gift still living in your heart
From that moment,
from that start
Forgiveness
And kindness
Something every soul
On this Earth should embrace
What was the best compliment you’ve received?
People have called me weird,
eccentric…
and I accepted it
as a compliment.
Some called me romantic,
honest…
you can guess where that came from.
And when the relationship ended,
I became the most boring,
most unloyal person
in their book.
Funny…
how the same mouth
changes the meaning of a man.
Sometimes…
lashes,
sometimes flashes,
wake me up
to a new dimension of reality.
Sometimes I become a hook
on a fishing rod,
my job is simple…
to catch something.
And when I catch nothing,
they call me a crook.
But that’s okay.
I cannot participate
in battles
people are fighting
inside their own minds.
Once, an elderly woman
I met on the way
said I looked meek,
like her son.
So I went “moo”…
became a cow for a minute.
And suddenly,
people said,
“he’s so good… as a cow.”
Just grazing,
no drama,
no harm.
Some say
I have no common sense.
Some say
I’m intelligent like Einstein.
Relativity…
feels like my relatives.
They visit,
stay,
and leave remarks
on things
they never understood.
Once in school,
the teacher asked,
“Who do you want to be?”
Doctor.
Engineer.
Pilot.
My turn came.
I said,
“I want to be human.”
They laughed.
“So… you are an animal now?”
And I…
took it
as the greatest compliment.
Because maybe,
before becoming anything else…
we must first
become human.
And if I am still walking
from four legs
to two…
I am happy.
I am getting there.
Yeah it’s true
you can scoop out your thoughts
like ice cream
but you gotta prepare
your own cone.
You can eat without a cone
alone.
Throw a bone
the dog will follow you home.
Meanwhile
I’m chilling in my own zone
cloud nine
hope you’re fine.
Sorry…
there was someone
on the other side of the line.
You can stop me
by laying a mine
but I wouldn’t step on it
knowing your plan
would explode in time.
Let me activate my mode.
My heart cannot carry
every load.
Sometimes
I feel enclosed
inside a pod.
Write my name
on a board.
Run my feelings
through your code.
Inside the barrel
of your mind
if all the emotions
are shot…
then maybe
now
it’s time
to reload.
Who is the most confident person you know?
Till this date.
To be precise.
To be honest.
Without glitter.
Without fillings.
Without makeup.
Without decoration.
Nothing to beautify.
Nothing to certify.
The most confident person
I know
is someone who smiles back
when my reflection falls on it.
I think he is the most confident person
till this date
the one who can dare
to write this poem
and call it confidence.
Virtual escape
away from the stress
away from the real friends
Physical entity
just a name
Getting nowhere
yet feeling
like I’m somewhere
Console in hand
fingers on keyboard
clicks on mouse
tap tap tap
Finished one lap
Enemies and guns
missions to pass
No need to impress the mass
no need to make a fuss
Anytime you stop
anytime you pause
Life barely gives another chance
Game over on screen
you resurrect and dance
Level upon levels
Heart heavy
full of pebbles
People talk behind your back
turning their tables
Real life tangled
In game
you’re just
jumping off the cables
What cheat enables
real world rebels
sometimes
I feel like the game
undertands me better
because pixels
never pretend
to be my friend
makes me forget
for a moment
the unfinished mission
of my own universe
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