I lay on the bed hoping to sleep
Bed was soft but my life was not,later I realised, atleast I tried unlike someone who just died.
That day,
I slept.
I slept for the first time.

There were two sides of leaves one sat by her window every starry night hoping to escape other planned,fought,escaped she died on her window she escaped

Bald? Maybe.
Bored? Never.
Got a man on top
Who’s mowing forever.

Each pass he makes,
A joke gets born—
'Cause who needs hair
When you’ve got a lawn?

"I thought I was busy, so did he.
I was worried, so was he.
I loved men… so did he."

I know no one will come to my funeral.
It doesn’t feel like fear—
it feels real.

I might be the funny guy
who made others smile,
but when I died,
still… everyone smiled.

A few sighs scattered in the wind,
but even my mother
didn’t cry.

Maybe I was just a noise
that filled their quiet for a while.
A punchline
with no setup,
a memory they’ll blur—
not miss.
Even dismiss.

I left pieces of myself
in their laughter,
but no one noticed:
the funny guy
was a fighter.

Yes—
they call me a writer.

I was shivering in the cold,
With no one there to hold.
I saw a bear,
walked up without fear,
And hugged him as he stood near.
He tore me apart and ate me alive—
At least I felt warm before I died.

Thinking what made you stop loving me what changed the way you look at me
I thought I was at fault until.....
I saw her photo on your phone.

When the moon meets the sun,
it dies —
carrying all three brightnesses in its sight.
When relief kisses pain,
the pain disappears.
Believe me, dear,
I'm not afraid to be the moon —
I'm scared you're the pain.