spin the white lies along those Black truths,
life is not a circle of perfection;
it’s ..
a surfeit of chaos balanced,
on each thread we weave Day by day,
life has edges, it has corners dulled,
it’s a mix of shapes,
somehow tied,
by a single breath.
shapes of it
- Niuni Piyapthi
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Recent Poems
alive
April 24, 2026
i’m a haunted house where the echoes of past laughs ring faintly through corridors… paint
evanesce
March 11, 2026
liminal haze of waking up,to a white walled,cob-webbed coffin,erasing life off too quickly,yesterday forgotten like,history
living alone::
February 16, 2026
blinding sun and choking air,smoking nights in a longing lair,holed up naked or walking down
living alone:
February 11, 2026
rub the soap till it’s petal thin, water in shampoo to keep it swell, same
she and i we,
January 28, 2026
part of this dark i am,she weeps beside meno sound no water,a disoriented beat,with only
