LOST AND FOUND
Today, I met someone. I remember when I was in class 8, I used to call her my best friend. Funny how, as kids, we hand out that title so freely— as if every friend is the best, as if friendship itself is a competition. But what does best friend even mean? The one better than the rest? Or the one who brings out the best in us? Back then, she was just a friend— or maybe just someone I studied with, a familiar face at home, in tuition, just another name in my little world. She was incredibly int...
LOST AND FOUND
Today, I met someone. I remember when I was in class 8, I used to call her my best friend. Funny how, as kids, we hand out that title so freely— as if every friend is the best, as if friendship itself is a competition. But what does best friend even mean? The one better than the rest? Or the one who brings out the best in us? Back then, she was just a friend— or maybe just someone I studied with, a familiar face at home, in tuition, just another name in my little world. She was incredibly int...
Intangled story
I sat in a café, the warmth of the afternoon sun wrapping around me like a familiar embrace—like him. It had been a long, yet only half a day, but exhaustion clung to me, heavier than it should. I had woken up early, though not by choice. Sleep had eluded me the entire night. I kept shifting in bed, moving from one position to another, trapped between wakefulness and restless dreams. When I am half-awake, I often have visions—not quite dreams, yet not entirely unreal either. They always carry...
Intangled story
I sat in a café, the warmth of the afternoon sun wrapping around me like a familiar embrace—like him. It had been a long, yet only half a day, but exhaustion clung to me, heavier than it should. I had woken up early, though not by choice. Sleep had eluded me the entire night. I kept shifting in bed, moving from one position to another, trapped between wakefulness and restless dreams. When I am half-awake, I often have visions—not quite dreams, yet not entirely unreal either. They always carry...
Can you hear me?
It’s midnight, or maybe the night has just begun. I’m twenty-two, alone, sitting in a room that isn’t even mine, living at my brother’s place, unsure of how I got here. The world feels too quiet, too still. The tapping of my keyboard is the only sound that connects me to something real. Everything else feels dead, like the emptiness of this space, where I can’t help but feel lost. I’ve written many things in my life, poems that echo my emotions, but this—this is something different. I’m writi...
Can you hear me?
It’s midnight, or maybe the night has just begun. I’m twenty-two, alone, sitting in a room that isn’t even mine, living at my brother’s place, unsure of how I got here. The world feels too quiet, too still. The tapping of my keyboard is the only sound that connects me to something real. Everything else feels dead, like the emptiness of this space, where I can’t help but feel lost. I’ve written many things in my life, poems that echo my emotions, but this—this is something different. I’m writi...
Once a Poet
Once a poet, now filled with doubt, Afraid to write, afraid to shout. Can I outshine the minds of steel? Who will listen? Who will feel? Pages once alive with fire, Now fade, forgotten, lost desire. Will my words dissolve like dust, Scattered, broken, left to rust? In a world where AI thrives, Will my art still survive? Or am I reduced to just one click, A fate sealed fast, a choice so quick? But wait—why should I fear? We are the ones who dream, who steer. We still own the spark, the soul, T...
Once a Poet
Once a poet, now filled with doubt, Afraid to write, afraid to shout. Can I outshine the minds of steel? Who will listen? Who will feel? Pages once alive with fire, Now fade, forgotten, lost desire. Will my words dissolve like dust, Scattered, broken, left to rust? In a world where AI thrives, Will my art still survive? Or am I reduced to just one click, A fate sealed fast, a choice so quick? But wait—why should I fear? We are the ones who dream, who steer. We still own the spark, the soul, T...
