They say blood is thicker,
but all I see is the stain
red like rage, like betrayal,
like the weight of your name.
You speak, and the air turns poison,
every word laced with spite,
cutting me open,
just to see if I’ll fight.
But I’m tired.
Tired of war with a ghost,
tired of caring the most -
when you never cared at all.
Family is chosen in love,
not chained by birthright.
So go -
vanish into your own darkness.
I owe you nothing.
Not my peace.
Not my pain.
Not my name.
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The walls are measured, set in place,
each angle drawn with careful pace.
A structure firm, precise, refined,
yet leaves no open space behind.
The ceiling holds, the floors endure,
designed to stand, secure and sure.
No gaps to breach, no faults to find,
a system closed by its design.
A window shows the world outside,
a door remains, though rarely tried.
The framework strong, the plan complete,
yet movement stays within the beat.
A boundary built by careful hands,
not by demand, not by commands.
Yet here within, the steps repeat,
while open paths stay incomplete.
A story of love, of hearts entwined,
drawn together, beyond design.
Though fate once wrote our paths askew,
our bond was forged when time was new.
These eyes that searched through endless night,
now meet your gaze in morning light.
Stay close to me, don’t drift away,
by your side, I vow to stay.
I’ll find you now, or lose it all,
with every rise, with every fall.
So hold me tight, our spirits one,
in your love’s glow, my life’s begun.
She sketches grids, a girl alone,
Mapping love in lines and tone.
Two by two, she starts to see
How hearts can part by destiny.
Top left: sparks, intense and bright,
Where lovers burn like stars at night.
Quick to catch, yet soon to fade—
A fleeting flame, a lesson made.
Below, a quiet box she keeps,
Where kindness rests and comfort sleeps.
Here lie friends who know her well,
An enduring, magic spell.
To one side, excitement’s thrill,
The dizzy pull, the fleeting fill.
Yet shifting to a steady ground,
Where trust and faith are truly found.
In grids and squares, she seeks to chart
The lines that shape her heart and art.
Two by two, she makes her start—
To learn love's map and know her heart.
She wasn’t born knowing herself,
she uncovered her piece by piece,
on a road long and rough.
Each misstep revealed a truth,
each hardship, a key,
unlocking parts of her soul.
As the path twisted,
with trials to bear,
the deeper she ventured,
the more she became.
In every bruise and scar,
she found strength,
in every doubt, a spark.
The harsher the journey,
the more she emerged—
resilient, unwavering.
With every jagged mile,
she grew into herself,
until the woman she was meant to be
stood tall at the journey’s end.
In life's grand story, a companion's grace,
Aloha bridges years, finding its rightful place.
Through wrinkles of time and stories they have seen,
Aloha's thread weaves connections between.
A screen can't obscure the warmth of their smiles,
Aloha speaks softly across the miles.
Venerable wisdom, a treasure to share,
Aloha listens, shows it deeply cares.
In heart-to-heart whispers, aloha takes flight,
Guiding their words through day and through night.
Amidst a span of years, a bond has been found,
Aloha's sweet symphony, love's ageless sound.
With every exchange, their spirits align,
Aloha, a friend in a world so benign.
In the chapters of life, stitched by and by,
Aloha, a constant as time drifts on by.
Amidst
ash-fill, a phoenix's flight,
with
potent strength, a fearless sight.
Her
scars etched deep, yet unerased,
defied
the adversity she faced.
In
unity, they found their grace,
emerging
strong, a sisterhood's embrace.
Muted
pasts now distant noise,
together
they rise, they rejoice.
For
behind every strong woman's voice,
a
story echoes, no choice but to rise.
In the stillness of my mind,
I saw myself unchained, unbound.
In the whispers of my heart,
I found my voice.
In the trajectory of my dreams,
I made my choice.
In the realm of my soul,
I sought peace.
In the depths of my being,
I believed.
For in the stillness of my mind,
I was unchained, unbound,
A celebration of liberation, resound.
she wasn't meant to be
grounded in a cage
the open sky beckoned her
it was here where
she truly belonged
she had strong wings, and
she knew she could fly
as high as she wanted
scaling new heights
each time she soared, and
took flight
... n' so she flew
trials
hardships
tragedies
strife|
are a part of every life
do not succumb to the sorrows
do not yield to the blows
you have the incredible strength
within YOU
you only didn't know
tough times are not meant to last
you need to tough them out
with a tenacity
so perseverant
that you will stand tall, and
see through its end
GANBARU
be firm
do not give-in
do it more than your best, and
you will make it through everything.
when turbulent times
made her decadent
she would adopt
stretches of silence
flying low
to the depths
of her soul
to listen to
the waves
surging within
light as a feather
not deafening
the quiet
yet stoic
in her stillness
she would see the she
that wasn't the she
she should have been
in the tranquility
of the still and silent
she would find herself again
each time. every time.
for years, I let
the weight of other people's
expectations wear me down
almost everything I did
refracted through judgements
which were not mine
much as I would like to deny
it afflicted my heart and mind
PAUSE
it took me long to learn
to burn the bridges
not meant for me
and, love the footprints of my feet
walking away into a newfound
rainbow of credence and ecstasy
Time is all we have and don’t
it is something we can never own.
the little moments that give us joy
we keep thinking will always be there
but once lost, they are gone
never again to be found
spend a second more, spend an extra minute
appreciating all that you never did
spend an hour more, spend an extra day
living your wildest dreams in your way
for time is all we have and don’t
it keeps slipping away, we can never own.
where there is zenith
there is also the nadir
where there is sunshine
there is also the sunset
where there is happiness
there is also the sorrow
such are the vagaries of life
whether it is
yin or yang
you have to
accept it, and
face it
whether you
put on a mask, or
deal with it as-is
the choice is yours
stop not
move on
yielding
unbridled
without any restraints
for it is only in the journey
that the calling will be found
nothing is more painful
than being stuck
where you don't belong
when you realize this factuality
do not be the only obstacle
standing in your own way
Move.
we often fixate
wanting and desiring
what is not
instead of appreciating
what is
the present is beautiful
perfect the way it should be
the little things
the little moments
they aren't little
they have been
meaningfully birthed
live them fully
unseen, yet there
lies our destiny bare
devoid of any control
in an inherent order
incredulous as it may seem
embrace it effortlessly
for what is meant to be
will always find its way
Always.
in a state of immanence
oscillating between
transcendence, and
return
there are some realizations
that you can never own
just like the void
of nothingness
she needed no warrant for her being
she believed in herself
a meanderer
a journeyer
with an unchained soul
she belonged to
no man, or
land
fearless
enigmatic
unapologetic
she embraced her madness, and
felt free in her wildness
she was a universe
of potpourri
badass was she
not long ago, on a dark night
when the winds breathed wild
I had a momentary escapade
from my onerous life
my misty mind wandered
in a soft floating train
on a timeless journey
of the vast domain
O! what a vision it held for me
it was blissful enchanting reverie
the brilliance of the suns
the luminous moons
the ethereal oceans
all had me swooned
the secrets of the universe
I was determined to find
till a deafening roar
awoke my conscious mind
in an inexorable sweep
the trajectory was blown
a mirage, it was
it could never be owned
when it's time, and
I fly off
into the
prismatic yonder
do not cry for me here
for here is not
where I will be
I may blend-in
with the gaia, aurora
or briny sea
whatever be
my transcension
know that
I did not die
I just winged away
with palpable
unbridled mirth
and, joy
