An Orange Cloud

 this is a poem i wrote while talking with a friend, as one does, and this is my interpretation on their experience of wanting something so bad that they romanticised it being bad. sit back and read a tragedy unfold. only a tragedy if you suffer from sever fomo. for others, its a normal tuesday.  I wanted it so bad, I’ve romanticised all its bad.   I dreamt of our first big fight Considered sulking for a while. I day dreamt our differences in values, About politics and shows to watch.   All the minor disagreements, Coffee or tea on a Sunday morning. An early bird and a night owl, stay up all night; Wake up at 11 to see you already working.   The veggie wars, no peace till no peas; You’d hide my dislikes in the curry. But I’m a black belt in picky eating baby, I can find the greens in a blended gravy,   Explorer and a familiarity seeker; New lakes, new parks and bird watcher Meets old shows and sitcoms re-watcher. To...

  Second death It was 2am when I decided I need to let myself sleep after a long day of tomfoolery and screentime. But just then, a melody starts playing in my mind, I was writing, well, trying to write something the other night, but it didn’t feel natural like it used to; I forced myself to rhyme, it was like 2021 all over again, That frustration was let loose and words played at the back of my head. I headed for the pen and the diary beside me, Opened a page to the end of the book so I don’t write on my already vomited ink, this is what I wrote in the span of 36 minutes of writing in the dark, eyes closed, humming a forgotten song     Metaphors to carry the meaning, Simile to mirror it Reflect my experiences, Show and not tell.   Life isn’t a movie, it’s not scripted, Every action has a consequence.   May god be without you, what is a god without a witness?   Is there a being watching me, Does free will exist? ...