A cup of coffee.

The dark brown colour, It smells like magic. The strong flavour, An excess could be tragic. Just one sip, The adrenaline rushes through my brain. From bottom to tip, The caffeine runs in my veins. My heart beats faster, Stimulating every neuron. I welcome every moderate disaster With a cup of coffee I put on….

The monster took over.

Running away from my fears, Their shadow still haunts me. Silent streets but a loud mind, The monster was running wild within me. I hallucinate, its obnoxious laugh, A whisper in my ear, “I’ll never leave you alone”, It said clear. “Where are you looking? I’m not under your bed. Look inside you, I’m in…

The girl with a broken wing.

Tied by chains, she pulled herself. The sky grew dark. The wind howled. The leaves rustled. It wasn’t less than a nightmare. .. She couldn’t fly anymore. They broke her wing, Took her flight away, took her heart away. She was trapped, Bound by chains. There stood a girl with a broken wing And a…

I’m just tired.

‚ÄčI’m tired of the feign love. I’m tired of the feign friendships. I’m tired of being let down everytime. I’m tired of being hurt. I’m tired of trying. I’m tired of pretending to be fine when I’m not. I’m tired of my flaws. I’m tired of feeling broken, damaged, worthless. I’m tired of letting people…

The road not taken. A poem.

I have connected a lot with this poem. Just thought of sharing this. Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;  Then took the other, as…