Tears falling down your cheek
From a heart wrenched with anxiety
Happiness is momentarily
I am typing on my laptop till eternity
A ick in stomach
I feel sometimes
You are long for gone
But your memories are mine
Another day I wake up
Romanticizing life, but
In the traffic I have to stay
Listening “Violent Crimes”
It is not all bad, they say
My dear someday I too will forget your name
If life ends in old age, we shall be lucky
Until then, lets not take it too seriously of this funny little game?
Million mistakes I have made
Even in days with open eyes
Wrong I have been of things I was certain of
It be like that, repeated slogan, an ending line
Somedays are joyful, somedays pain everywhere
“this was written november 18, 2025. this might sound too sad, but I think poetry/art/ creation comes from a place of willingness to keep going, despite everything. I have turned 27 recenlty. It was weird to even say that. I hope to keep writing and keep experiencing and keep creating. What else one can do? “
souvenir 