Men in love

Why is our aggressive side often addressed as our true colour? what about the times where we give it all? the times where we love more than we should? the times we check on people when nobody else did? all this love but some people will still see your bad side as the one that matters.

She's made of clay that was kneaded with rose water

I didn't ask to be mature. I grew up knowing there was an invisible hand holding my neck forcing me to understand. To understand even the impossible, even the things my age will never get. I grew up looking for answers so I would understand. And it trained me to be mature, to observe more than speak. To think more than ask, to see more than I needed. To need less than I wanted, to understand more than I had to.

It's a strange kind of pain, isn’t it? To love someone with every corner of your heart, only to feel like they don’t even see you. You give them everything—your time, your energy, your patience, and all those quiet parts of yourself that no one else has ever touched. And yet, it feels like it's never enough. You sit there questioning yourself late at night, wondering if maybe you loved them the wrong way or too much, or if love was never meant to be fair in the first place. But how can it be fair when the weight of it is always on your shoulders, when the only thing you ask for is to feel like you matter to them?

Maybe that's the cruel reality of love. The more selflessly you give, the more invisible you become. They grow used to your kindness, to your sacrifices, to your silent tears. They don't notice the way your heart breaks a little and the way your soul aches when they don't choose you like you've always chosen them. They don't realize that every piece of you you've given them is one you've never given anyone else.

Every human being is alone in the core of the mind. When we are born we cry, and that cry is the cry of loneliness.

There exists no better valentine poem than this one!

A part of being an adult is living with regret and not allowing it to consume you.

The older you get, the more mistakes you've made, opportunities you've missed, people you've disappointed. And every day you have to remind yourself to be kind and forgiving of yourself. You accept and love the you from the past and understand that it's all a part of the process.

Ever walked through a place and just felt the air around you? The sun filtering through the trees, distant chatter, the sound of someone’s shoes scraping the pavement. Nothing huge happens, but it’s all there, alive—every little detail pulls you in. It’s like this moment where you just breathe in the world, and that’s all you need.

The moment he steps into the ocean, it’s not liberation—it’s reckoning. The very water she once touched but was never allowed to wade deeper into now engulfs him, carrying the weight of her absence. It’s a silent apology, a confrontation with guilt, and a realization that the freedom she longed for came too late. The vastness of the sea mirrors the emptiness she left behind—a reminder that dreams don’t just die, they drown in the tides of patriarchy

Sunday kind of love,
breakfast in bed kind of love,
kissing your back in the morning kind of love,
watching movies in your arms kind of love,
laughing until my sides hurt kind of love,
smiling at the thought of you kind of love,
an authentic kind of love,
a trusting kind of love,
a bestfriend kind of love,
an i’ll-never-let-you-go kind of love,
a I-wish-you-were-here kind of love,
A happy kind of love.

If you do not follow somebody you feel very lonely. Be lonely then. Why are you frightened of being alone? Because you are faced with yourself as you are and you find that you are empty, dull, stupid, ugly, guilty and anxious. Face the fact; look at it, do not run away from it. The moment you run away fear begins.