I am the wordless poet The writer who is Linguistically disabled And can't find the right words Even if they rain over her. The poet who has lost The ability to translate Her emotions into words. She feels as if all the languages Have not put letters together To form words that can describe The... Continue Reading →
I fell down, My lungs were gasping For some air, My body was yearning For some water For crying has made me Breathless and dehydrated. I rolled into a ball, Not making a move When she came. All innocent With a pure smile. She sat beside me And was holding a stuffed toy That reminded... Continue Reading →
There used to be times when I wished that I were a robot without emotions and lived my life without being affected by anything. Without feeling sadness, happiness, or whatever else we humans have. But now, I wear my emotions like they are the fanciest dresses and I don’t hide them. Some days they take... Continue Reading →
My words cheat on me. They talk about you Without my permission. Maybe they have a soft spot for you, That's why they don't listen to me. Maybe you've enchanted them And they don't care about the consequences. When they talk about you, They form a melody That is from outer space. My words like... Continue Reading →
There are thoughts Emotions, And words Trapped within me. They grow more Each and every day. And I am not How I used to be. I keep those thoughts Emotions, And words Inside. Holding on to them Against my wish. For my ability in wording How I feel Is giving up on me. To the... Continue Reading →
Trigger Warning: The following story is based on real-life events and talks about suicide. That February day back in 2008, I was a middle school student. I had school at noon shift and was preparing myself at around 11:40 a.m. Half an hour later, my best friend, Zoya, knocked on the door. She used to... Continue Reading →
My words about melancholy seem to be endless. Here's a blog post about it. And enjoy the poem. Melancholy has opened its arms Welcoming me with a tight hug. Once it embraces me, I receive its negative vibes. Not only does it Hurt me emotionally, But also physically. It shatters my heart, And cracks my... Continue Reading →
I read short lines That I added extra lines to. I read some other lines That I changed the words of. I carried my pencil And wrote down these replies These changes To the short lines that I read. I saw, I felt, I observed, I cried, I laughed, and I wrote. I carried my... Continue Reading →
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