Poetry Self-love


On a stretching hallway of doors
Each one flings into an uncharted

The paths here are lit by the moon
Maps are traced out of constellation

Campfire rises and dances like fireflies
Ah, you keep learning to feel alive


Poetry Self-love

Not everyone deserves your kindness

Not everyone deserves to taste your kindness,
After being mistaken for blindness.
Charity has become a famous symbol,
Leaving the poor into dirty gamble.
Why go out and thrash the innocent,
First, try to make your home magnificent.

Not everyone deserves to taste your kindness,
Even after you overcame the sourness.
From tons of ways to give back to society,
Make sure only one to notice is almighty.
Time and resources aren’t scarce,
It’s you who’s constantly on a race.

Not everyone deserves to taste your kindness,
Do it for self regarded highness.
Hope so high that it vanishes the reality,
Keep taking the tough route of anonymity
Who needs your big fat surplus reserves,
They take it to feed those hungry curves.

(submitted by @abhibhuraa

Love Poetry Self-love

Air and Fire

It is not important — the why
we are the way we are this instance

I, compressing at air 
you, taming fire

But our job is not to water down,
mold till we reflect each other

For you are born to be infinite
and I, to paint the city orange in colour


Mental Health Poetry


Too bored to stay awake
Too dreadful to sleep
In the between, I lay


Mental Health Poetry


Most are afraid of the truth
Me, the uncertainty
What a scary world it is
If you can no longer trust
The words they swear by


Mental Health Poetry


I am a ball of helium
tied with a string —

Mental Health Poetry

Learned helplessness

You’d eventually learn
That it is a long, long time
To await for day break

You’d understand
Your consciousness is futile
As it is paralysing

Cruising the edge of
Insanity, blurring lines of
Dream and reality

The rhythm of blood
Pumping at your ears, mocking
The count down of eternity

You’d eventually believe
Trapped in a forever present
Like a dream you cannot awake — an irony

In this dream,
You are alone.
And alone, you will always be.


Mental Health Poetry Self-love


I only wanted to be free
Live against the gravity
Infinite, the colour white — I am sunlight!

But if I am light
I cannot love the shadows
How can I fly? With half body heavy in soil

Each of them
Formed a vein and spread like roots
I am no sunlight, I am only a sunflower


Mental Health Poetry


If I try,
could I be


Love Mental Health Poetry

I’ll be there through the dark

When it is so dark
You cannot see
Reach beside you
And I’ll be there