sometimes, every word i have ever written seem pointless, devoid of any meaning… that those words are just whims of a self loathing, naive creature. i have to remind myself over and over again that still, that creature is me, and those words carry a part of me that once was alive. a soul. however ugly, foggy, invisible or untrue it maybe to my now self or to others. a desperate.. soul.
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- Niuni Yashodhara
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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
