For years I kept leaving myself behind. In rooms where my silence was easier than my truth. I carried everyone’s pain like it was my duty to break quietly.
By Rohit Kalsariya about 11 hours ago in Poets
At night, when everything goes quiet, why does your mind get louder? The room feels full even when I’m alone. I stop moving— but something doesn’t.
By Rohit Kalsariya 10 days ago in Poets
I walk through rooms I’ve never left, echoes of conversations that never happened crowd the corners of my mind. Thoughts coil like smoke, tangling, choking, each one a whisper of what I wanted to say— but didn’t.
By Rohit Kalsariya 11 days ago in Poets
One summer evening, after the rain, I saw a rainbow ease the pain. Each shade, a story, bold and bright— A promise made of love and light.
By Rohit Kalsariya about a year ago in Poets
Beneath the floor, a whisper calls, A shiver creeping through the walls. It claws, it gnashes, waits in vain, To feast upon the soul's sweet pain.
By Rohit Kalsariya about a year ago in Horror
A bond is formed, a quiet thread, Through shared words and paths we tread. In laughter’s glow, in tears we find, The gentle weaving of hearts combined.
