Your angle

​It’s not anyone’s fault

That things are

The way they are;

After all,

Everyone we meet

In this world

Is human;

Everyone has a life,

Everyone cannot comprehend 

Every single feeling 

With utmost precision

The same way you have.

Even if it is a professional,

They’re still human;

They, too, can get angry

They, too, can get mad,

Because in the end,

No one is an angel

Dropping right from heaven

And there is no one

In this world

Who can ever see

What you see;

There’s no one in this world 

Who will not snap

On hearing an honest confession 

From you

If it’s unfavorable to them;

Everyone has an angle

Of seeing things,

And yours is in no way

Nearer to theirs.


A single word

An unwelcome gesture

A simple sneer

Or an angry tone

Is enough

To shun the lights

Out of my day,

Make it a lonely night,

Where I reside

In the darkness

Without the slightest fear

But in comfort –

Where there is no one

To mock

Or to hate.

It has become 

Extraordinarily tough these days

To put up

Even with the silliest

Of comments.

All I need, right now,

Is to go far, far away –

Someplace where no one

Knows me.


​This is me 

Giving up

On everyone

Who had ever been there

For me in difficult times.

This is me 

Giving up

All the memories,

The times spent together,

Which will never be had again.

This is me,

Giving up

On all things

That seem to

Control me.

I’m finally breaking free

From all the bonds

That had bound me

Down to the earth.

Now I’m free to fly

Over the sky

Where I shall disappear

As a tiny dot.

Away, for good.

Plants are better

It’s better

To not have any friends

Than to have those

That fail to understand you;

Those that believe

With all their heart

About something

You never quite meant.

It’s better to have a plant

As a friend

That will never talk to you

Nor hurt you

With all the disbelief

That it can afford.

Even if you don’t water it,

It only sheds leaves 

As tears,

But later grows well

To bring a smile 

On your face.

At least it can be there for you

And listen silently

To your tales of sorrow

Unlike the friends

Who misunderstand

And leave.

No way


There is a way

From under the ocean,

To reach the sky

Where the stars shine,


There is a ray

Of light

Coming from a candle

Glowing inside,


There is a path

Leading to the heavens

From the backstairs,


There is a drama

Which can be perceived

Without judgement,


There is a song

That can be sung out loud

In the rain, in the snow,

And in the darkness,

Where I reside,

Expressing the pain,

There is no hope

Of getting any better

At overcoming

This feeling

Of having no one

To fill this gap,

To wipe the tears,

To say it’s okay,

To have a shoulder to weep on,

To have a friend

In this world

Of judgemental people.


​I can swim in the ocean

Pick out the best of pearls 

Take them out from their shells

For you,

But all you can remember

Is the one time

I absent-mindedly

Threw away one.

Now I know

To not pick any pearl

For anyone ever again.

The space

​Have no one

Enter the space

Upon reaching where

Can make you swing and sway

To their wishes

Or even close enough

For you

To do all that you can

For them

Because, in the end,

There’s nothing such as 

An unbreakable friendship

Because, in the end,

People leave – 

Most of them.

All of them – that had once been

In the space

That you let them enter;

Some, who have not

Seen the insides of the space

Don’t leave,

Because there’s no reason to.

They have not seen the gruesome state

Nor did they come across

The nails inside

That prick their toes,

Sending them out

In a frenzy,

Away from where they belong,

Away from everything

That once seemed nice.

The more comfortable it feels

With someone,

The more it hurts,

Because, in the end,

They’re the only ones

Who were ever allowed

To enter the space

And yet, never knew

A thing

About how much they mean,

How much they will always be special,

How much their absence is felt

How much effort was taken to make the space cozy enough

To make them stay

To understand,

To love,

To care;

Never in forever will they know

How much they had meant

But, their footsteps will stay, littered all over

Until the space

Ceases to be.

But now, it is time

To set them free.

They were not meant to be

In this cruel prison

Lined with grime and dirt.

Only thing that lasts

​Felicity comes

Upon wings of gold


Throwing it’s light

All over the place;

And then, the words

That launch themselves

Like flaming arrows

Plunging into

The depths,

Tearing the fragile walls,

Of the heart,

Suppressing the wings of gold,

Melting them

To a liquid

That fills the cracks

And holes

Of lonely rocks

Upon which grass do not grow.

And that’s when 

The sun sets,

And the dark rises

With no one to see

Nor hear

The silent cries

The sorrow, the pain,

That’s hidden from the rest of the world.

And that’s when the true form

Can be seen – 

Where there is no one

To see.

One word

​One word

Is all it takes

To shatter the glass

And throw the shards

To the hungry beast

With three eyes

Burning with jealousy

And one tongue

Of sharp steel

Like that of a sword

Cutting your speech

Into two.

Speechless, you try

And try

To let it go,

But it won’t,

Because it has never 

Really left;

It stays with you,

Like a large hole in the depths

Of the heart

That pumps purple blood;

And you will never 

Be loved 

By any person

Because they know

That you’re nothing

But a broken piece of glass

Waiting to be glued together

Into an imperfect vase

That it had not, even once, been.

Another word

Shatters it again –

Glued or not,

It can never again

be fixed.


​Never let someone

Do something

For your benefit

Because, as time flies,

You have to remain grateful

And abide by their opinions

Just because

You feel like

You owe them.

Never take anything

From someone

When you’re in need

Adjust with what

You already have

In your safe.

Because, sometimes

When you owe them,

It feels desperate.

Never let anyone else pay

When your wallet 

Is with you.


Because, people owing you money

Is always better,

Than you owing them.

Never ask anyone

For any help

Of any sort.

Because, at the end,

There will be no one to do your work,

But you.

Never let anyone

Ridicule you, or sarcastically comment

Even as a friend

Because, you, as a person

Have a self-esteem 

That rockets to the sky.

Never let anyone

Get close to you

Till the inner depths of the heart

Because, in the end,

Everyone disappoints,

And disappears.

Never let anyone

Console you

Even when you’re desperate.

Because that shows

You’re weak

And not what you seem to be.

Though you look like

An entirely different person,

That’s acceptable.

Reveal your true self

Only to the few trusted ones,

Or maybe not.

Because even they,

In the end 

Will vanish, you will see.

Because life gives people

Many other people 

To think about.

And you will never be

The center of attention

For anyone.

Some days,

You will never be missed,

Cared, or loved.

Some days are different,

When people flow in

And shower their love.

And when no one dares to trudge inside

The ever-turbulent, constantly wavering tide

Of the heart, after dark

Do you get to know

The true façade of


Because, you see,

You should never let people

Do what you were supposed to do.

People will sometimes

Never even pretend

To care.

Because, you are independent

Have always been,

And that’s exactly what is expected of you.