They were strong.


The sun rose with a rosy hue.

It seemed an irony to

The darkness some were engulfed in;

Those who glowed with zest,

Smiled with spark and

Seemed lively with laughter.

For underneath all that pretense,

Were lost souls

Searching for land to anchor,

Wrecked like a sunken ship.

They were the ones who 

Cried themselves to sleep and

Choked in their mirthless tears.

But they were strong

For they hid their woes

Beneath a farcical mask.


How She Descended Into Chaos

This is what her broken smiles and beguiling eyes hide.

Do you know what chaos is?

People say it is absolute rampage:

The brokenness of dark and light,

The ravaged remains of day and night,

When the polarity between fire and ice blurs,

When the ocean and universe merge into one,

When the sun and the moon start rising at the same time,

When chaos and nothingness become one;

That is what happens on the outside. That is what people see.

But what goes on in the unknown:

Her indecisiveness,

When she forgets time,

When her happiness becomes anxiety,

When a grey gloom overtakes dark and light,

When love becomes pain and pain becomes love,

When day and night seem the same,

When she forgets herself,

When she becomes chaos itself;

This is what happens on the inside. 

This is what her broken smiles and beguiling eyes hide.

This is how she descended into chaos.

The Statue

“Make it upright!” The king yelled of his statue.

Engraved with arrogance in his eyes

And with the boundaries of his empire etched onto his smirk,

His statue looked upon mortality leeringly.

It glorified him in gold and ivory, standing tall and proud;

And the entire world looked puny

Before the mighty monument.

People looked in awe

At the homage to their king and his empire,

While his rivals stared in muted envy.

It was a symbol of the permanence of his wealth.

“It will last for eons!” The king boasted to his fellow kingmen. “It will last forever!”

I chuckled and told myself, “Wonder how long that will be.”


Wasteful Worries

“I threw a bottle into the ocean

Half-sunk, half-filled, it drifted away

To where the sun kissed the vast waters

And was lost in the tides of time.

O but where will the wistful waves take thee?

To places of sense or to nothingness?

There was no meaning in my vacant stare;

And my thoughts melted into the night.

I hear the hollow whistle from the horizon, suddenly

Shadows shot from behind murky corners.

Did I see blood? Was it mine?

But oh, it wasn’t even blood, just the remnants of wasteful worries.”

This is a poem I wrote with my bestfriend. It’s her birthday so I decided to share it here ā¤ Happy birthday, Captain :3 Stay crazy:3 @

Promised Land

It appears never ending:

The prospect of passing seconds.

You can almost feel the promise 

Of your endeavors reaching their destination.

You can hear your mind waiting for the promised land.

“Now is not the time,” you think. “There’s always later.”

That is where some went wrong.

Their passion eventually dissolved;

Dreams of fervor gradually faded

Over the hope of later.

For later is an illusion,

Only the present is the true promised land.


The Storm

Before the war begins
View from the world above

Raging clouds were at war, each battling with their own might:

Their swords clashed and blazed as lightening;

Their fearless battle cries were thunder;

They screamed in chaos as the battle went on. 

The world above saw only ravage:

Annihilation of the spiritly beings, strife over vapour and each consuming the other to quell their thirst.

But the world below saw only rain:

Drops of life that seeked to reach dust, that which breathed life into parched soil, the essence of mortality.

But little did the world below know, that the rain was of torment from above.

Little did they know that the rain was tears shed by the clouds over the futility of their war.

Healing HeartsĀ 

Broken smiles and healing hearts

I see everywhere-

All signs of the false love

That the ingenuine wear.

But the sweetest souls hurt the most

Because we give them that power;

We put our hearts in their hands

And we are left to cower.

Beneath tough hides are soft voices,

Inside trivial lies are painful truths,

Behind those beguiling eyes is pain. 

But sometimes, it’s that pain which soothes.

An Untitled Poem in Free Verse

Timeless change and faceless existence

Those are the throes of life.

Too much to do, too much to say

But so little time, so little action.

Depthless people and shallow feelings

They take away the meaning of existence

Yet they give a new meaning to you

Because they change you forever.

So many expectations, so many desires

Yet they all go to waste.

Broken trust and ravaged faith

Are all that are thriving.

Ignorance and insolence take root deep inside;

For isn’t that all what people around feel,

Because of which you are forced to change?


Did you see the burning embers?

Or their ashes after they died?

They were of beauty: beauty in rage and despair.

Rage gave power, a kind of invincibility;

The kind that makes you stand up for yourself,

Where you know you can do anything, if it’s for you.

The ashes were subdued rage:

They gave way to emptiness,

For aren’t ashes what remain after the fire burns out?

The embers burnt bright, brighter than light

But fires that burn so bright, dont last long.

It burnt up fast as breath leaves life,

And gave the ashes, light as wind;

So light that they could leave the world

And let it be known that the embers never existed.

Nothingness was all that remained,

And it was all that mattered.

Such is the transience of existence.