Found my plant

I have found my lost plant! Someone had taken it, but their roommate saw it, and knowing that I was looking for it, she had told my friend to tell me it was there.

It had been in the same building, and I was thinking it would’ve even died. It’s hale and healthy. Probably the girl who took it took good care of it. I’m not going to leave it in the terrace again. 

My special plant

​All I can do now

Is to wish

And wish again

And again

In vain

To find you,

To get you back;

For you

To be mine again

Is something

I would prioritize

Above all other mundanity.

But alas,

You’re now gone.

For, you

Were the only living thing

I could call mine;

You were the silent listener,

The smallest thing

Yet

The cutest

That I could own.

You managed to survive

Even when I didn’t feed you

You shed some leaves

And then grew some.

You never were a pain

You never made me frown;

And for all that you have done,

I have, in return

Forgotten you,

Treated you like you never existed,

And have let them take you

To the wolves,

To the ice and cold,

To the wilderness,

Wherever they may,

In the worst case,

Uproot you

And leave

To decay.

Whatever I may do now,

I know

I will never get you back;

Dear one,

I’m sorry I hadn’t cared.

I’m sorry I let them get to you.

But always remember,

You were always,

And will always remain

My special little plant.



Run away from me

​As bright as lightning

You now get to see.. 

The truth bared out 

From underneath.

For, I’m an unwanted scar

On the jabberwocky’s flawless skin;

I’m the scorching heat

That the fire emanates from within.

I’m only a tiny black patch;

Sucking up all of the light left.

I now rule; the sun is now conquerable;

Mountains are uprooted and blown adrift.

I’m the chunk of cigarette you just smoked;

Waiting to see your last chronic cough.

I’m the abandoned venomous needle in the dunes of Sahara.

Waiting to prick you dead and make off.

I’m the edge of a sword;

I crave blood.

I’m buried in the pit of hell;

To swallow you up into a world of dread.

I’m like a white snow flake;

Beautiful, yet bringing the deadly chill of the Arctic.

I now rule; the sun is now conquerable;

Mountains are uprooted and blown adrift.

As clear as crystal,

Did I reveal myself to you.

All you need to do now is run far away,

Or until the end, remain true.

And now, sunlight is all you will see.

And the world is finally left to be.

A broken relationship

Watching a couple’s relationship spiral down to dust, I wrote this poem. They weren’t made-for-each-other, but they still manage to live together and smile, just because they love their daughter quite a lot. They’d rather torment themselves than see her frown.

What a wonderful pair indeed! Love, sometimes, comes from somewhere you don’t expect. Not from each other, but from the happiness of someone else they didn’t think of while they got married… Anyway, they never quite spoke much to each other. Though the couple were adjusting, living in the same house, their relationship could not be repaired is what I came to find out. I often drop by for a chat with Mrs. K, but Mr. K doesn’t talk much to me.

A relationship so frail and tight…
Like the glass of my window pane.

A bond that’s broken beyond might…
Like a boulder on the mind of the sane.

Of a non-existent love, of extreme spite…
Like the nothingness amidst sheer pain.

As strict as a customary rite…
Like all things mundane.

An expression of apathy, subtly arousing fright…
Like the barren mainland bearing cocaine

A long-lost faith, kindling dreads of the night…
Like the dirty waters of the polluted oceans lain.

A desperate attempt to make things right…
Like a coin running down the drain.

Yet, lost to the winds in plain sight…
Like a villain on a fine day slain.

Finally, a sorrow-drenched figure comes to light…
But, who is to blame?