Poems don’t seem to rhyme these days,
No one listens in honest ways.
You pour your heart in every line,
Yet all you get’s a hollow sign.

They only hear what’s theirs to feel,
Your voice ignored, your wounds won’t heal.
It’s fine when words are sung for them,
But yours just fade like ink from pen.

You give your all, your soul laid bare,
But when you need, there’s no one there.
They want to talk, but not to hear,
Your silence echoes, loud and clear.

They crave applause, demand the stage,
Yet leave your truths locked in a cage.
And still you write, though no one sees
A poet trapped in quiet pleas.

-

Poems don’t rhyme anymore…

-

I have no one to hear me out,
No voice to answer when I shout.
Even silence isn’t kind,
It echoes loud inside my mind.

It rattles deep, beneath my skin,
A storm that no one sees within.
I smile outside, but at my core,
I’m just not quiet anymore.

I’m no one’s first, not even near,
A fading thought that won’t appear.
They check on me when life allows,
Not as they should, not here and now.

-

Once these nights were calm and deep,
A gentle hush, a soothing sleep.
Stars would whisper, winds would sigh,
Peace would wrap the midnight sky.

But now the dark feels cold and near,
No comfort comes, just creeping fear.
Where silence spoke, now echoes stay,
The peace of night has slipped away.

-

हर शाम,
यूं ही तुम और मैं,
इस चांदनी में ढलते रहे।
ना तुम कहो, ना मैं,
बस इस गुलाबी माहौल में,
हम धीरे-धीरे घुलते रहे।

इस धीमी रोशनी की छांव में,
हम तुम यूं ही बैठे रहे।
उछल-कूद चिड़ियों की थम जाए,
पर उनकी चहचहाहट कानों में घुलती रहे।
ना तुम कहो, ना मैं,
बस उनकी मधुर ध्वनि गूंजती रहे।

-

If someone else’s love
Could lessen the pain given by another,
Then what more could one ask for?

But hearts don’t heal so easily,
Wounds don’t vanish with borrowed light.
A smile may mask the sorrow deep,
Yet echoes of loss haunt the night.

Soft words may soothe a weary soul,
Kind hands may help the weary stand,
But scars remain, a quiet tale,
Etched like lines upon the sand.

Love can mend, but never erase,
The past still lingers in its place.
And so we learn to walk anew,
With pain and love entwined in view.

-

On this NIGHT, as still and cold as a DYING fire, I wish to DISAPPEAR like ashes LOST in the endless world.
Yet here I remain, UNTOUCHED, like the unburnt bones of the forgotten DEAD.

-

The most enduring PAIN is caused by the DISAPPEARANCE of your identity.

-

Tears well up, but no arms reach out to catch them.
If this isn’t loneliness, what is?
Laughter escapes your lips, yet no one listens.
If this isn’t emptiness, what is?
A heart full of love, with nowhere to pour it.
If this isn’t numbness, what is?
Wounds from betrayal, yet love is kept at bay.
If this isn’t self-sabotage, what is?
Someone who truly cares, left unnoticed.
If this isn’t your downfall, what is?

-

I watch my life shatter, beautiful in its destruction. They call it pride, but I know it’s my restless, homeless soul—aching for a place to belong. Every time I find “home,” the walls crumble, the roof burns, and the floor disappears into the dark.

And in the end, there’s no one left standing beside you.

-