Note: Sorry for the long absence. I’ve had a great time being busy and working hard. 🙂 In the coming posts, I shall be writing about a lot of things that I’ve learnt in the past few months. But for now, here’s a poem.

This is a backlit photo of a girl sitting in a chair.

Photo via Pinterest

My poetry is a window

To the chasms of my heart.

My words are cloaked by a veil

That only some can tear apart.


I weave into ink

What cannot be said.

My poetry is a pattern

Of the mosaic of my soul.


I shall stop writing

The day someone discovers

The chink in my armour,

The crack in my wall.


For then, it will all be out.

All  fears and dreams;

My desires, all naked

For strange eyes to see.


For then, I shall be unclothed.

But for now, I can’t stop.

For now, I have to write.

Or else, the words will die.