No cap, that's how I roll
My story, totally whole
No faking a single part,
Just open; an honest heart
My spirit shines bright,
A natural, easy light
Words flow, a friendly stream,
Living out my best dream
Connections bloom,
Chasing away all gloom
A good vibe I share,
With rizz in the air
No ceiling above,
Just freedom, full of love
I live with no cap, you see,
The real, the happy, the me
the two were a best match
opposites attract, interest meets
the two tried to leave one another but
the two were tubed
lessons learned, trials faced but
they always found a way
through groups and tribes
new faces and towns
nobody every cliqued like the two
I woke too soon, a life almost undone
A sudden call came, before the light of day
But all are safe, the reaper had not won
Her life was spared, before the morning sun
She was okay, I heard her softly say
I woke too soon, to a life almost undone
No tragic end, no race was lost or run
Three lives affected, dark clouds rolled away
But all are safe, the reaper had not won
Thank heaven, no journey to the setting sun
I simply whispered a thanks today
I woke too soon, to a life almost undone
A precious chance, a new life has begun
There is a future, no more than delays
But all are safe, the reaper had not won
Startled I still have my daughter; beloved my only one
My fears all faded, at the break of day
I woke too soon, to a life almost undone
But all are safe, the reaper had not won
I sit, legs crossed, typing away
Doing homework, my hair uncombed
Listening to songs I don’t love but don’t hate
And I stare out the window and wonder,
Is there something more than this?
And my fingers type away
In a never-ending game
It’s raining. I feel nothing
Writing bad poems in the dark, and I wonder,
Is there more to me than this?
Procrastination, adrenaline, headphones,
Cell phones, whiteboards, deodorant,
Romance, hardback books, college, drama,
Movies, concerts, lectures, hormones,
And I wonder,
Is there more to youth than this?
My thoughts are scattered, my eyes unfocused
My brain stretched in five directions
And I don’t know who to be
Because we’re pebbles in a muddy stream
And in a world of distractions, 8 billion voices ask,
Is there more to life than this?
left alone
icy breeze
not enough
of clothes
homeless
in this cold,
he spits
his venom,
you're
no
daughter
of mine
anymore.
Chases
his
little
girl
with
clinched
of fists.
Now
she
feels
more
alone,
left
with
little
credit
on her phone....
I stitched my silence with threads of things I couldn’t say.
I yearned with the last pieces I had stored away.
The moon watched me unravel, but never turned away.
The sea heard my cries, but never bothered to ask me "why?".
I carved poems on the inside of my ribs just to feel alive.
And the lines suffocated me instead of bringing me back to life.
Now I wear my pain like a second skin—
Quiet, but tight.
Eyes search for yours in a room filled with aching hearts.
But yours were always the kind to look away when it got too dark.
The smile you wore felt so fake,
Never could see me in the eye but always watched me When it was time to say— goodbye.
You held my ghost like it was still breathing,
But never dared to touch the girl I was beneath.
Touched my skin like it’s what made me, me.
Still, unaware about the nights in me.
You kissed daylight onto my body,
But left my shadows starving in silence.
So I became the quiet storm you never saw coming
Soft in presence,
But drowning everything you left untouched.
I refuse to fit into
The boxes they made for me
Days will pass
Over millions of minutes, and
Every time you look
Somewhere out there,
New boxes are made for
The ones who don’t understand.
Maybe I’m wrong, but
All these boxes are imaginary.
They define everything about
The boxes they put you in.
Every box holds expectations, and
Right inside them is where they say you go
I'll swing to your madness,
the old ropes your dad tied to,
a backyard fun that's been wired
and shadows, come part to blind,
and yet, surprises to this fool,
I open my eyes to you smiling
and those snap moments of giggling....
Your hair getting wrapped up here
with the nose to nose of your cheeks.
I used to hate dresses,
The feeling of air blowing onto my legs and the need for sandals.
I hated the way my light blonde leg hair would shine so brightly in the sun.
High schoolers were so scary,
Taller than me, bigger than me, more mature.
Now I am that high schooler and I still feel that way about them.
I’ve always been the smallest girl on the field, in the classroom, on stage.
It gnaws at me because it is unchangeable.
Unchangeable in ways I would do anything for.
Gone are the days of running around on the playground,
Now are the days of straightened hair and perfect outfits.
Girlhood hits like a train, ending the non-gender conforming ways of childhood imagination.
Pre-conceived notions and unachievable expectations.
I used to be afraid to perform.
But that’s what girlhood is.
Iffat o paak damani, ab shaaz shaaz hai
Baatin mera ayyaar, main mashhoor daghaal hoon
Bazaar mein har shay ki qeemat to hai magar
Main har shay se arzaa'n, faqat ek riyal hoon.
Haseeno ko hun hasil, main aurat wabaal hoon
Tum bhi haseen ho? To main tumhara hi maal hoon
Titli hoon, khushnuma phoolon par hai nazar
Tum bhi jo gul-badan ho? main tum ko halaal hoon.
Masoom dikhti hoon, bazahir paarsa bhi hoon
Parday ke peeche burai ki a‘la misaal hoon
Aashiq kare israar to kapray utaar doon
Taqaddus ke naam par, bamsil fitna-e-Dajjal hoon.
Mera har rang hai dhoka, mera har roop pur-fareb
Main baaghi, main sarkash, main zehr-e-qital hoon
Yeh husn, yeh nazakat, yeh kirdar sab fareb
Chadar bhi barhana, main jahannum ki shaal hoon.
Paarsayi ke libaas mein paarsa nahin hoon main
Main faasiqa, main faajira, main Iblees ki chaal hoon
Yeh rasam asr-e-haazir hai, na sharam hai na ghairat hai
Hoon to main paarsa, magar! main ek chhinal hoon
DIVE
jack knife
somersaults
teenage aquatics
daredevil manoeuvres
outrageous tricks just for kicks
"having a laugh making a splash"
8 / 20 / 2025.
Why can’t I exist without you? Each time I try to leave you suck me back up into your blackhole.
Can’t help but love you for the way you make me feel
it’s like a loop of love and I’m stuck in it, swirling around your finger and getting caught up with you once more.
But I can’t help but be a fool for you when you treat me so good yet so bad,
All I ever was is a person you could wrap your fingers around.
And each time I escape you swallow me back up. There is no escape from this blackhole that you have carved into your heart.
As I sit by myself in a room full of
Strangers,
I listen to the cacophony , The Chaos of
Voices, laughter and conversations ;
It feels very familiar,
and I can't help but wonder how soon it
Will end .
And again after a few months or
A year later,
I'll be somewhere else
between strangers,
Who might or not be kinder.
strength they call her fondly
she's courage to some
i hold her hand, let her in
let her show me who i shall be
i hold her hand, let her in
let her guide me through the thorny scene
she stayed, with regret
hidden in neat folds of guilt
she held grief, letting broken trust be built
she held softness, she held peace
strength they call her fondly
she's courage to some
she's me to me, she has always been.
the songs i dont play anymore
the love i once had for you
it just melted to the floor ..
useless, absurd, what was the point?
A wasted heart given
to the wrong one
it was like a pain felt in my joint
will i ever love again?
I dont know
i guess thats just how
how this world flow.
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