Mosaic of Stars and Scars

I woke up to the sound of your frustration And saw scattered papers of unimaginable views, Puzzle pieces of torn pictures With colorful and vibrant hues Lay on the floor It was a mosaic of broken inspiration You were unsatisfied with your pages Splattering your dizzying thoughts Then you grabbed my arms And started scribbling …

I Want To Be My Own Person

I am somebody’s calm While I am my own chaos I am somebody’s comfort While I live in anxious thoughts I am somebody’s peace of mind And I don’t know how to be my own I am somebody’s wisdom While my own words feel too distant It feels like a foreign language I never learned …

Even In This Stillness Life Goes On (Happy Birthday)

“Streets erased of footprints I lie here, fallen to the ground. Time goes by on its own without a single apology” (Life Goes On, BTS) Saying 2020 is a shit show would be an understatement. January gave us hope that maybe the next few months would bless us yet here we are in November, wondering where …

I keep forgetting I’m only 25

Last night, all I did was stare at the ceiling. It was a moment of reflection and existential panic. It felt like the room was filled with every worry my anxiety can create. Leaking through the cracks on the wall, I felt it slowly suffocating me. My ears tried to drown in the noise of …

We Are Time Beings

A few months ago I found a book called “A Tale for the Time Being” by Ruth Ozeki and since then it is my favourite book. At first, I bought it because of the beautiful cover and then the story captured me. Placing my very being into its pages, flipping each one letting it consume my …

Too Many Letters in the ABCs of LGBTQIA+

Was supposed to post this for Pride Month so better late than ever. To all the beautiful folks in the LGBTQIA+ community. They say the problem with our generation is that we are obsessed with labels. We are narcissistic that we need a word for who we believe we are and inconveniencing others to remember. …

Your Favourite Secondary Character

I am not a storyline An imprint on your pages, A traumatic arc To steer your chapters I am not going to be With you For 500 torturous days Loving me for the perfections That you have written Until my flaws reveal I am as mundane as you are Because I forgot To converse in …

one more before our last

Hold me close one more time One more kiss, One more touch, And one more kind word Before the night ends Let us collect Every “one more” moment Be selfish for a while Before they become fond nostalgia Peeking through rose-tinted lenses Hold my hand one more time, Hide under the covers one more time, …