Baskadia

My "Allah"

The way I seek my creator....

Letter to my future self

Dear future self, Your present self is a troubled and empty shell of her old self. The only thoughts keeping her going is the thought of YOU. You are the only thing in the world she's holding on to. Keep her safe. Yours Truly.

The Tattoo On My Ring Finger (Inspired from TXT's Song)

020 Together, we bought that shiny ring, our promises and dreams, on this piece of metal cling. The smiles and laughter that we shared, the warmth of your kisses and hugs are now lost in the maze's dead-end. Your traces are gone, vanished without a trace. All that's left is this mark on my ring finger that I always caressed. Your place beside the bed feels cold, I'm missing your smell, my life feels void. The tattoo on my ring finger is now a memory, a memory where you are mine in my every day.

My poetry in Sindhi language

My crush

It's all about teens love in high school

My anxiety

Some challenges lead us to anxiety but we survive

My release

Its nvrr easy to attone for ones sins but inorder to grow we must.

MY HEART

HEART BEAT

MY WISH

Out pouring of heart

IN MY SHOES

When I was born I was without shoes Now as an adult I find myself in different shoes Some of them I choose to buy Some were gifts or so I thought Others, I can't just tell How I got them But, I never stole any. Some of these shoes fit perfectly Some don't fit Some are way too big Others are too tight Yet I wear them Enduring the discomfort. When you see me having them on You admire them on my feet But you may not understand that 'He who wears the shoe knows where it pinches'. We all wear these s

MY TRUE LOVE

MY TRUE LOVE To love is to lose To love is to pain and ache If not so tight, you get loose How I miss you pearl How I adore your lips on mine Locked together for pine That spines my chest I dream of us A dream to chase Occasionally I forget My roots of this passion That burns like coal But I never betray my person Sum up my wait, one plus two See through it, believe I Run into my arms, And sum up to three.

My sarcophagus

Beautiful and bold I'm captivating, I leave you awestruck, but like pandoras box I lock in all sorts of fucked up. Depression and its mission the sarcophagus designed by Lugubrious her mission is to leave us isolated, so we only feel melancholy. DISMAL is are only prospective,, while Distracted and deceived are loved ones for society has forced us to fear what will happen if others only knew just how we feel. So we lie and force a smile an tell others just how fine we are simultaneously we are d

Khawab

My Mother Has A Photo Album In Heaven

My mother doesn't read books, she reads people who read books. like she read my cousin who was pregnant at 16 because she tasted lemon dewdrops in early sunrise and the bittersweet experience of motherhood never left her palm like a written note. my mother could read fever just by placing hands on the forehead of her child, you could say she was the MOM in therMOMeter because my mom never kept us in a room temperature... to say, she didn't want us to get spoilt, she tightened up every corner tha

My way to you

My Way To You I tell my tale A traveller lost On twisted roads that lead astray No lights to guide; On soggy nights, The dull moon; The sad rains The agonies endured No tonic for the pain O destiny, where did you hide Among desperate cries; among flickering flames To silent skies, a question raised Did I not submit? To all your ways A lightning heard; an answer paved On flesh so pure; I saw my way It was your face; it had such grace, surely an ace Do I deserve; such a place? My way to you I did

QUEEN OF MY MY HEART

QUEEN OF MY HEART💝 I promise to handle your heart with care and treasure it with love. Not so long ago I was alone and lost, and then you came along and I was home. Thank you for finding me. I have the place, which you can touch, and it`ll make me crazy… It`s my heart! The power of your smile should never be underestimated. It melts my heart and touches my soul. I promise to handle your heart with care and treasure it with love. Thank you for sharing your love with me . You are the best. My life

My Name Means Darkness

Short Poem about Depression

A poem that describe my feelings of my dad not being with me by Daniel

Is all about my dad when he left me.and those out there who doesn't have parents

You Are My Home

Home is not a place but the one we cherish.

My Feelings For You

Secretly In Love