“Some souls don’t meet by accident.”

--Unknown

Coffee Breath and chaos

I didn’t mean to fall.

Not that day.

Not in the bookstore aisle where dust and quite were supposed to protect me.

You asked where poetry section was.

I pointed. you smiled.

And I swear-

That was the first crack in my armour.

You smelled like coffee and unfinished dreams.

Talked like someone who had read too many love stories

And never believed they’d live one.

But that day I wondered:

What if I’m your plot twist.

Stupid Stars

We laughed about the weather.

Talked about how music is the only honest thing left in the world.

You said your favourite songs were sad ones.

I should’ve taken that as the warning.

The night, sky blinked twice.

I thought maybe

The stars were trying to tell me something.

Maybe they knew-

You’d become

The storm I’d write poems about.

“We never realize the moment something begins to matter-

Until it’s already everything.”

-The phoenix

Name Unknown, Heart Known

I didn’t know your name.

Didn’t ask.

But something about you

Made me feel like I was already known.

Like we had met in some other life,

And this was just the moment

The universe caught up.

You sat next to me,

Reading Neruda,

And I didn’t even pretend to turn the page of my book.

I just watched you read

Like it was sacred act.

And somehow,

That’s how it all started.

In silence.

With a stranger

Who felt like home.

The First Laugh

You made me laugh

On a day I swore nothing could.

I remember it so clearly-

My ribs ached,

Not from sadness,

But from joy.

That laugh didn’t escape me.

It turned a part of me

That had been hiding.

For a moment,

The world didn’t feel heavy.

It felt like you.

Almost Felt Like Fate

If I believed in fate,

I’d say universe placed you in front of me

For a reason.

But know that I’ve lived the after,

I think the universe just needed

Someone to teach me

How to fall.

And how to break.

And how to write about ache

In ways no one else could.

“We didn’t even know we were writing history. We were just living it.”

-Unknown

A poem is a song,That resonates a lifetime,In receptive hearts.Poetry is life,That grows from the fertile soil,Of our broken dreams.Poets are weavers,Who spin fragile threads of hope,From dust in the wind.

1.

Hold me upright and stab me,

Stab me into my heart.

Then withdraw the dagger and watch me,

Watch me bleed and die.

2.

Make me some Biryani-flavourful and hot,

Few drops of strychnine in it are enough to make me rot.

Watch me eat my last meal- with full zeal and zest,

Then you can watch me choke till no air escapes my nose

3.

Tie me up - tight and good,

Then put me in a pile of wood.

Pour some gasoline to top it all,

Set it alight and watch me glow.

Or just,

Scream at me, call me names.

Cuss at me because I am lame.

Do it over and over till my body starts to tense,

Till my eyes start to water

Till my hands start to shiver

My writing becomes shaky

My vision becomes blurry

Do it till you don't have to do it anymore,

Do it till your words are engraved, craved on my soul.

Do it till I find a knife and cut open my wrist

You can stay and watch me bleed

Or turn your back and pay no heed

But if you decide to witness your deed

Stay till I am no more.

The love of Jesus is unbreakable. The dove of Jesus isunforsakable. I ain't rocking with y'all. The saints is locking the wall.Worship God in spirit and in truth. Watch the earth shift now they fear itcause the game is bluetooth.

The Lord won't fail. Tryna destroy me in the war with thejail. Jesus really took the nail. You can't give the devil an opportunity. Yougot to live on the level with copper immunity. I ain't joining the game. Thesaints is coining the same.

You need the holy spirit in Jesus Christ to overcome theworld. I been freed and now they fear it cause I know the price of where I'mfrom in the Word. My citizenship is in heaven. I ain't getting the realest sinof chip they can't win in seven.

Please listen to God cause the beast is glitching truthhard. They lease the distance cause most is switching the card. Hope it's aroyal flush. I can cope cause my soul can't be touched. The world is naked. TheWord is sacred. I'm real no fake cred.

Humble as a dove and wise as serpents. Can't crumble my lovethe skies is merging. Bragging rights cause lagging nights. All over theytagging rights. Submit to God and resist the devil. Some get the heart's planand won't 6ix on any level.

The angels keep me company. I'mma lion if the bengals comefor me. Something like Mufasa. Dance with the rhythm like salsa. They said Iwouldn't make it. Now that I'm paid they couldn't fake it. I'm talkingspiritual currency. This is a biblical emergency.

I'm in the Body of Christ. They got the sim in the Audi ofrights. I don't do no Illuminati. I been known I wasn't the body. Heart biggerthan the ocean. From the start y'all were triggered by the devotion. Listenwithin. They kissing the myth of sin.

If you know it all then why you tryna ball when the worldabout to fall. Why didn't you pickup the call. Y'all put God on voicemail.Break the wall of the heart's noise bail. Now folk ain't sure of their faith.Jesus said endure until the end to be saved.

Our Creator who is God loves you. Grinding Ike a skater myheart flying the sky above you. I don't seek no vengeance. The meek glow inrepentance.  Foolishness and nonsense.True kiss I was blessed by her conscience. They throwing up the 6ix folknauseous.

The world is ending and that ain't trending. When you gotthe juice that ain't gon be on the news. Jesus Christ gave me my rights. Whatversion is buried. Katy Perry. Texas is the hot spot. Got a Lexus right out thelot. Easter is for Caesar. NWO teaser.

The Gospel I amplify. My soul ain't camouflaged. Hellmission is being broadcast on television. God told me the prayer. It's odd howthey sold the Mayor. Open up the Bible. Hoping for the title. The war isspiritual not atomic. The Lord is universal karmic.

My jersey is number 144. They tryna curse me with the jumperbut they can't even score. Iso mode like Luka. The advice is gold no mudra.They throwing the 6ix. I'm knowing the Knicks. New World Order is on thearrival. Truth like mortar in survival.

Knowledge, wisdom, understanding. Been to college mind mybusiness talked about UFOS landing. Show love. Glow like a dove. God above. Idon't bluff. Haven't the world had enough. Ain't nothing made up. Holy spiritis why they want me in cuffs.

My heart is lavish no time for savage. Bread and cabbage Iain't famished. Cup of suffering. What's up with the buffering. Listen to Godwhether pleasant or unpleasant. Keep your distance the devil ain't new by myheart just know I'm heaven sent.

Align the vibe of the sign. See thru the game. Free thruJesus name. The war turns on when the door burns on. My energy is like anearthquake. The enemy want my worth on a stake. Like our Savior Christ. Can'twaiver in the nights. New day. I don't play.

I testify that God blessed my eyes. Now I rest in the skies.Heavenly thoughts. Bought that Cadillac from the Seventies out the lot. Been athreat like the atomic. They been had dread cause folk is demonic. What's outerspace. Holy spirit is saving grace.

The Lord God is with you at all times. Spiritual war go hardcause the victory is in your prime. Folk got a target on my head. Pray you wokeonly God I dread. The decision of love is what I envision in the dove. Breakthe television it's all made up.

Put the world on voicemail. Diamonds and pearls ain't noisebail. You got a choice heaven or hell. So many secrets folk won't tell. Noregrets my soul I ain't sell. I stand with Jesus cause lucifer fell. Godfearing my heart will prevail.

I'm on a shifting difference. Time ain't gone we all needliving deliverance. I'm in the Bible. The lime wash the sin it's vital. In myprime I rebuke the idol. So much crime read Luke I glow. The world gon be nukedwith snow. Holy spirit is how I know.

It breaks my heart to see they been snakes from the start.They were with the devil. The Word is a gift on any level. They thought Iwouldn't wake up. They fought to see me lake up. Lamb's Book of Life. Theyshook cause I really survived.

Trust in the Highest Power who is God the Alpha and Omega.Babylon won't blush in the wireless flower of the heart where the lava is likeballing for the Lakers. Had to get traded to the Saints. At times I'm sad butit faded cause I'm dunking in the paint.

We got to holy spirit the world. A lot fear it cause thetruth is love's pearl. I know they hear it I'm in the booth the news isbluetooth. I'm breaking the legacy of what the letters see. I don't sign deals.I won't loan to find wheels. My grind is real.

Heart of a lamb in wisdom of peace so it's heaven or hell.The problem is the system of the beast which is being upheld. DestroyedFrankenstein with Frankincense. This intense like the smell of incense. But Idon't burn it. A blind eye I won't turn it.

To all of those who kept moving forward in the name of hope.I hope you never forget how far you've come, even on the days you still feel lost.

Stop. No. Don't humanize them.

These are the beings you have lived in fear of all your life.

But worse.

This is the hatred you have been sliced and grated on all your life.

But deeper.

Monsters, monsterous. Ignorant. Apathetic. Blind.

They don't know they don't know they don't know of what you've seen. Nor do they want to. Nor would they believe you.

And when they spew their vile hatred no longer are they met with disdain.

They are cheered on.

Power hungry. Hungry for your blind obedience. Your hands. Your toil. Your silence.

So much silence and so much distance like you are an insect trapped beneath glass walls.

But they are hungry for more than obedience now. They are hungry for your admiration. For your adoration.

You have lived your life in literal starvation and in omnipresent fear. Why stop now? Now that the danger goes deeper, deeper, longer, greater than you could ever imagine?

You don't mind for your own sake. You know you deserve nothing more than to die choking.

You mind for all the poor people. The parents torn from their children. The children torn from their parents. The workers who will not see power ever.

Power. You don't have the power to feed your people. You don't have the power to give them water. You don't have the power to protect the children. You will live your whole life without power.

But you know that the prophecies are on your side. The last shall be first. The first shall be last. The hungry will feast. The well-fed will starve. The sick will be healed, the healthy will grow ill. The powerless will have power. The thirsty will have clean, pure water.

Glory to the newborn King.

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I've heard people say—

Humans intrigue me.

Wait! Human bodies don't.

Well, what's the strongest bone in the body?

Vertebrae is not!

Irregular-shaped bones

Keep regulars in place.

Once you get a disc slip,

Sciatica awaits.

Maintains posture of your body,

Helps to make you stand.

Once you bend more than asking,

You lost what was once intact.

Dense is something powerful,

Hollow is something vast.

Tunnel it allows for one to follow

That leads to the surface fast.

It bears the weight of burdens—

Of books, of bags, of blame.

Each vertebra stacks silently,

Yet none of them seeks fame.

They say, “Grow a spine!” in anger,

Not knowing what it takes—

To hold yourself through shaking days

And never let it break.

From crawling forms to standing tall,

It grew with every stride.

The vertebrae, once hunched and small,

Now let ambition ride.

But twist it wrong, or fall too hard,

Its silence turns to screams—

The pain that shoots through limbs and thoughts

Can fractures even dream?

Yet given rest and gentle care,

It learns to mend and bend—

The spine may crack, but still it dares

To rise and hold you once again.

Dominance is not the only strength—

Recessive plays its part.

Submission isn't a weakness, no—

Everyone has a heart.

You wore masks like a tailored disguise;

What a cipher you are, hidden in depths of lies.

You acquire applause like theorems require proof—

Why do you act as a calculated spoof?

Encrypted with data, you blend in chips,

Corrupt like a virus — a breach, Trojan it is.

Cloaked in commands, your logic slips;

You execute functions in hidden scripts.

Abandon the syntax,

Variable applies.

Debug the software,

If proxy denies.

Laden in hardware,

A disk error you are.

Programmed in Java,

A Python, you are.

You call yourself a CPU, sleek and supreme—

But I pulled the plug; now who runs the machine?

Here’s your skelly with a skully tone,

Welcome to the crypt where bones hold court alone.

No chest, just ribs that xylophone ring,

Climb aboard for a humerus swing.

I’ve got no flesh, just joints that squeak,

A rolling ride—meet the radius peeps.

Fibula’s restless, pacing all night,

Patella clicks when the timing ain’t right.

Tibia’s bold but never too tight,

Twirling in the graveyard, avoiding the light.

I crack a joke and my body rattles,

Mandible smirks while the skullbone battles.

No marrow, just echoes in hollow chimes,

Metacarpals tap like Morse-coded rhymes.

No ligaments, no tendons to sway,

Just moves that jitter like bones at play.

You call me; I hear you in many ways—

Stapes, malleus, incus on replay.

No heart—just breaks and calcium needs,

I’m brittle, not broken… just short on knees.

My sternum creaks but no muscle tears,

Clavicle still flexes with zero fractures.

Femur’s drumming, a spectral parade,

Vertebrae sync in a ballroom charade.

Spine’s still straight, though life zig-zagged,

Now I host ghost podcasts—two days lagged.

I kick football with my tarsals backwards,

My phalanges snap at high standards.

Ulna’s sarcastic, doesn’t play fair,

Scapula shrugs like it just doesn’t care.

Together, 206 mark the spot—

Each one remarkable like a bone test report.

No cloak, no coffin, just a spooky bend—

A skelly signs off… that’s the bony end.

Are disappointments a blessing in disguise?

Rain all over, and the umbrella kept aside.

Lately, it's been a thought discarding my mind —

Is existence merely something we find?

Anger's a possession kept in hind,

Something can't be done about it.

But the deep feelings that arise —

Why does it not keep quiet?

Suppression is a vent out,

Doesn't help anyway about.

Makes a way to ponder —

But nothing to be found.

Hollowness is a weapon,

Emptiness the ground.

But what wages a war

Is invisible as the sound.

There's something about the little things in life —

A bit soft, a bit still, a bit calm.

They never rush in, nor force their part,

Just tranquility, silencing the alarm.

A lot goes unnoticed

In the busy days of life,

Where time flies,

And liveliness hides in sighs.

So take the pause, not as delay,

But as a guide to find the way.

Resume with heart, not just the pace —

Let little things reclaim their place.

Cascade does look beautiful,

But where does it go?

Does it vanish in the fold of foam,

Or drown in the dark it knows?

What hides in that translucent realm —

Transparent, but do you ever truly show?

Ripples, tides, and currents form,

As the moonlight pours.

How are you so vital,

A necessity of life?

What lies in the mist?

Who knows what you hide?

The way you soothe — ache fades away,

Only to burn as ice, then slip away.

Shifting forms from one to two,

But you stay the same, lurking through.

Your depths are haunting,

Shallowness a thrive.

Consider you a cradle,

Or void undefined.

With each wave that hugs the shore,

You give something… or take some more.

Is that the shore where silence began,

Or was it you who drowned the land?

From where do you arise —

Harbinger to Obscurity, like a hymn long gone?

Whenever I talk to you,

I ask you:

What are you — W.A.T.E.R.?

And you just stay stagnant,

As if saying:

Watch As Tears Expand Rear.

So maybe you're not meant to answer,

But still I return —

Yearning for the answers

That you hold

In the unknown.