Longing look

I looked at you today,
And it was freeing.
Everything else was a blur,
My heart was finally still from anxiety.
You are the calmness for which I long.

I looked at you today.
And you are the sun in a night sky –
Absent and necessary at the same time –
You make me crave for the sunlight
That has been missing for so long.

I couldnt look at you before.


Never Ever After

It doesn’t matter anymore

You and I were never meant to be together.

But you have to know that I love you
At least enough to let you go.

I’ll only soon be a passing face in a crowd

You’ll only see a glimpse and a shadow.

But you have to know that I love you
At least enough to let you go.

And I will never again be healed by that smile of yours –

The one I’m forced to walk away from.

Just know that I love you
At least enough to let you go.

For me, the saddest thing in the world is when two people love each other… but will never be.

Graduation Day

Day by day we go through the same routine, facing the same challenges, hearing familiar screams of certain teachers, seeing the life getting drained out of every other student. It beats you down. It makes you feel like the world is small and there is no tomorrow. Just days of the same today.

Then we reach the last day of all those days. And for some reason it is harder to leave than you thought. It should be easy, right? What’s two years in a lifetime?

Maybe its cause that despite them being the toughest, hardest two years, we held on to all the good we could find. Because at the end of the day when you know your scariest teacher had smiled a proud, heartwarming smile, it’ll go to show just how much you’ve grown with all those obstacles you’ve overcome. And at the end of the day when you’re laughing with your friends and you’re trying to freeze those moments in still image, it’ll go to show just how much of that togetherness you’ll miss. You’ll take all sorts of photos with the teachers that matter and I don’t know if I’m going to look back and remember all the consultations and homework. But I know I’ll remember just how important and kind they are in helping me get to where I am now. It is in all of these days that I have learned.

Day by day, yet only when it becomes yesterday, that all those days become days you wish were today.


There’s a homeless girl on a street filled with houses.
She’s learnt how to blend in a home made with strangers.
Down the narrow lane between midnight and sunrise,
She’s up wide awake underneath a dim streetlight.

The closer you walk to her, the clearer you’ll see,
Shivering in the darkness, you’ll hear her sad plea.
Tell me if it’s worth it. Am I still so afraid?
You have no answer, you were always of no aid.

Back to your own home, a mirror above a sink:
The girl in the dim light – you stare without a blink.


I used to answer “What would you say if you saw your past self?” with “You don’t need to be afraid anymore.” Now I think I’d tell myself… It’s okay to be afraid…you aren’t going to have it all together… and that doesn’t mean you are anything less.

Consistent 12-syllables to play on the concept of time.