Baskadia

In Between

035 They said, "work hard if you want to be rich," so we worked until we drop. But those hardships only worth a dime, not even enough to buy meals for the day. They said, "stop being lazy if you want to improve," so we grinded until we can't move. And yet, we are still at the bottom, barely surviving the currents of life. They said, "you are not doing your best that's why you're stuck," so we gave our all until there's nothing left. But how can we be still the same old person? How can we be stil

Obsession

025 This couldn't be love, a pure feeling that everyone wanted to have. This isn't affection of a lover, but a shackle of an agonizer. Those intense eyes and stares, followed each movement with glares. Those protective gestures, were not of a gentlemanly manners. That feeling is empty, like a void paper treaty. It'll only look one sidedly, a feeling that will end in tragedy. The tales and folklore knew it all, it wasn't love but a pitfall. A dark desire to imprison, to own someone's beacon. It w

Live

We may not have the time we think we have.

Castle on the Cloud

034 Agony is the description of my life, a word that's my everyday's companion. My sleeves are always wet, not because of the water nor rain, but of my overflowing tears. But I seldom dreamed of a castle on the clouds. There, I have someone to hug me when I'm afraid. There are foods to eat when my stomach's grumbling. There are blankets to warm me during the night. At the castle on the clouds, I was not hurt. I don't have bruises nor wounds. I don't have dirt nor molds. I don't have an empty sto

Voice of heart

In my life, There are so many pains.... Some of them are found by my own self, And others are the guests who are not invited..... Now, On my hands, I have a opportunity to prove myself... If I lose it, I will face the pain which hurt me more than the death.... If I may to hear a voice which motivate me by saying 'you can do it', That's enough for me.... When I hear that voice, My all problems will be buried under the earth.... When my eyes were changed as a year ocean, Then my heart said, Our ha

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

Colors of Youth

003 There are certain moments of our lives that we are the brightest. Moments that we are the bravest, persistent, and reckless. We fight for our friends, beliefs, values, love, and dreams. We gave it all, a fight of all or nothing is what it screams. Moments where we believed we can have both love and friendships, full of hopes, promises, plans and building relationships. Moments where we thought that would last forever, moments that we hoped to never end-ever. Laughters would echo on all four

The View From The Summit

010 Did you see that mountain's peak? It's so high and so hard to climb. I'm always behind its shadows and I'm so sick. But I am just me, So ordinary, I'm not strong. So I will not be able to climb that mountain peak. Did you see that high summit? I wonder how far my feet can take me there. But I'm just me, So mediocre, Far from strong. So I will not be able to step unto that summit. So I will just hide in its shadows, Never be able to see that sun ahead. I will just bury my self in my sorrows,

At The Piano

008 Let our fingers dance. For now, let's cover ouselves with ignorance, For this too will end later Like a piano performance on the theater. Glide your fingers on the keys, Go and create perfect harmonies. Let your fingers dance on the piano. Let the music travels on the patio. Ease your mind and feel the piece's message. Play with your heart and unviel the mirage. May you hear my 'I love you' Hidden at this piano performance with you. At the piano I play, Hoping you understand what I relay. Th

Midnight Battles

027 12:49 AM. It's still vividly written in my mind, how my fingers twitched with pain, how the bitter coffee went down under my throat, how my eyes begged for rest, how my back shouts comfort, and how the lamp is holding on. Those memories during midnight. The memories of persevering to chase the deadlines, the memoir of studying for an upcoming recitation, the crumpled notes with an almost unreadable scribbles, and the pictures witnessed by the four walls of my room, will forever be locked ins

My anxiety

Some challenges lead us to anxiety but we survive

Sunset

019 Oranges are scattered across the horizon, creating hues of gradient light in the zone. On the ocean, it'll come home and will sleep on its bosom. As the day comes to an end, it'll wave goodbye before it descends, leaving the dark as it takes a rest and parks. As the sky got covered in sentiment, like a beauty in predicament; may their hearts be at ease and wrap their day in peace. For although it symbolizes the end, where the day bid farewell and bend; there should also be another beginning,

Selfless Soul

A heart that beats for others' sake, A mind that thinks of their well-being, A soul that gives without the take, This is the essence of selfless being. With actions pure and intentions kind, The selfless soul spreads love and light, And leaves a trail of goodness behind, In a world that often lacks in sight. For selflessness is not about sacrifice, But a way of life, a noble art, To lift others up, to pay the price, And mend the broken world apart. So let us strive to be selfless souls, And make

Don't You Ever Love a Poet

015 Don't you ever love a poet for they are a fool. Playing with deep and flowery words to write their unexpressed emotion. They don't have anything to offer. They don't have money nor gigantic castle, They can't give you your desire nor your needs. Really, they are useless. Holding a pen day and night, Conquering things with all their might. Thinking bloody words to write, Setting the candle as the light In this darkness that blocks their sight. During this midnight's cold, A poem is mold. Emot

You Are My Home

Home is not a place but the one we cherish.

The Fallen drop of tears

Perhaps, You’re unknown of the price. Although just a solitary droplet from a molten heart It has touched the earth with a thousand words within. As it scatters laden with soil Let the breeze come and touch you. In the dark night when the moon is nowhere to be seen, The world seeks for its beam. When the lonely wind touches me The lightning within my heart Tries to come out in the world. My heart always in fear of the fall…..! With the dew from the Himalayas Play my longing eyes This ever flowin

Poetry: Madness

This poetry is a satire on Shakespearean plays and also an urge for writing like him.

Live A Little

For the likes of me

Utter Uselessness

That feeling you get when you wake up late in the evening.

I Want You Out Of My Head

Thoughts, Nightmares Dreams and what nots.