17/06/2026

 17/06/2026, Wednesday

9:30 p.m.

-

A dagger draped in silk still makes one bleed

And a wolf if the guise of a sheep still bites.

So really, when handed a poisoned chalice,

Does it matter whether it was done out of malice?

Where would you direct your sorrow, your pain

When you know you'll only be met with disdain

From every mouth, including your own;

Since you know you've aged, yet why haven't you grown? 

I ought to hold my tongue, clamp up, and swallow my words-

Only smile and nod, though it's utterly absurd. 

Maintaining peace and grace; what does it matter

When those filled with contempt won't cease their chatter?

Their mocking words never cease, but compose a cacophony. 

At best, they consist of mere superficial sympathy.

And yet, I realise these feelings will do me no good.

Hence I might as well quiet down, grit my teeth, and smile as I should.

ᝰ.ᐟ

17/04/2026

 17/04/2026, Friday

11:31 p.m.

-

there was once a beautiful tree in my garden

yet with the passing of seasons, it grew thick and twisted. 

and though i pruned it times aplenty, 

to straighten itself it rudely protested.

it was a pity indeed, in my eyes

for though its flowers were so sweetly scented;

despite my repeated intervention,

it couldn't be as lovely as I'd imagined.

so i took a step back, and then took two.

and both rain and shine retreated to the heavens.

this young sprout, i made an effort to encage

yet to my dismay, it'd never straighten.

the second time around, i decided that

I'd try to guide it with my hands.

but as tightly as i clung to it,

its warped nature had its own demands.

now that we're both creaky and frail,

in the end I admit that it is true;

no matter how many times i tried,

that which I wished for, you never grew into. 

i now see that some branches can't be pruned

nor can some moments be reversed.

perhaps from the very beginning,

my aim itself had been perverse.

now even if it further twists and turns 

I shall cradle this tree gently, from its birth

and cherish its lovely scent too,

until the two of us return to the earth.

fin~

07/01/2026

 07/01/2026, Wednesday 

11:27 p.m.

-

O _____, remember my name. 

they called me their champion, 

yet here lies my grave. 

in these marbled halls

my name once rung out loud

yet to this fate I befall.

of my former splendor,

now none remains. 

gone are my days of glory and glamour.

once, a hero

twice, a fool

forever forgotten.

11/12/2025

 11/12/2025, Thursday 

9:28 a.m.

-

sweet little child, 

sleep, since you're tired

sleep, till the birds chirp

sleep, till the sun comes out.

and when you're awake

you can go and chase 

the butterflies, and run behind 

the cats and mice,

my sweet little child. 

sweet little child,

sleep, since you're tired 

sleep, till the rooster crows

sleep, till the sun comes out. 

and when you're awake

you can go and play

with the dog, and chase the clouds

with smiles all around, 

my sweet little child. 

sweet little child, 

sleep, since you're tired

sleep, till the moon hides

sleep, till the sun comes out. 

and when you're awake

you can go and lie

in the grass, and eat sweet snacks

till you tire at last,

my sweet little child. 

sweet little child, 

sleep, since you're tired

sleep, till the sun comes out

sleep, my sweet dear child. 

fin~

16/11/2025

 16/11/2025, Sunday

11:21 p.m.

in the memory of my grandmother.

-

I think about you everyday-

not a day passes without you on my mind.

I see you in the flowers in my garden

they were your favourite, but you never got to see them.

I taste you in the foods I eat

but no matter what, they never taste the way you used to cook them. 

it's been months since you've left

yet I still can't believe you're gone. 

you shaped me into the person I am now

so how am I meant to be myself without you? 

like a candle blown out; like a wisp of smoke in the wind, you were gone. 

there was so much left unsaid, places left unvisited, and things left undone.

none of these possess even a modicum of the excitement they once did

for you're not here to experience them with me. 

once, you were just a phone call away, and yet I never dialled.

and now, even if I beg for it

I can never reach your line again. 

I regret so much, yet it does so little

to change that which has already come to pass.

I bemoan my arrogance and ego -

I hung onto them to what benefit?

all they have done is irrevocable damage

to the moments I could've shared with you.

all that I have left are scant memories,

for my idiocy has left me bereft of those as well.

though I may realise my folly presently, it is of no use

for this realisation –this sensibility– cannot return you to my arms. 

forgive me, my dear

for I was unable to cherish that which I had-

I was unable to cherish you.

you'll live on now, though only in my memories and dreams.

and I am grateful to have at least those,

for I am grateful to have had the blessing of knowing you.

thank you.

fin~

6/5/2025

 Tuesday, 6/5/2025

12:59 a.m.

in the memory of my grandmother.

- 

and there is this space 

in my heart that lies agape.

a puzzle missing a piece

that now remains incomplete.

that forlorn, grieving chasm

that aches with every spasm 

when it beats against my will,

reminds me of what I've lost.

everything surrounding me

filled with bits and pieces of peace

now bring me nothing but 

this gut-wrenching pain.

my hesitation had a cost

and i know what I've now lost;

now I know what I once had.

and yet, it makes little difference.

i cannot change fate

nor make time change its ways.

the fool that I am, possessed a jewel

whose value i could not appraise.

this precious, precious jewel

was left in the hands of fools.

yet, it shone like none other;

yet, it was cast into the dirt.

now, this jewel sits

in heaven's crown, where it fits–

finally in the hands of one

who can truly appreciate it.

and we are left behind, with bittersweet memories.

and we are left behind, with former belongings.

and we are left behind, with silent mourning.

Fin~

4/4/2025

 4/4/2025, Friday 

11:56 p.m.

-

and i reach out to the stars to hold them,

and keep them within my grasp

but as I see the sky crumble in my palm

i realise that the stars were never meant to be held

by one mortal such as myself

as they burn too bright; all-engulfing.

they are better off being admired from afar, unattainable as they are

and they shall slip through my fingers

like golden sand trickling.

and the stars will shine brighter here on; no longer shrouded in my shadowy grasp.

and fond they shall remain, in my eyes, in my heart.

fond, and yet better gone.

Fin~