Mugilan Raju 🥀

I am still writing obituaries for past versions of myself and I am so depressed that they died without loving their own heart 🥀

[Mugilan Raju 🥀 @NarcoticWords]

I've built homes out of people who left, and now I am left with an empty city populated with nostalgic ghosts.

[Mugilan Raju 🥀 @NarcoticWords]

She covered my scars with flowers and sowed my wounds with seeds, but left before she could see what love became.

[Mugilan Raju 🥀 @NarcoticWords]

She is a memory of light that still walks beside me through every dark.

[Mugilan Raju 🥀 @NarcoticWords]

God’s Living Bestseller (2025), The Museum of Happiness.

He pens my unfolding story, keeping me vibrantly alive, deeply present and grateful. Each turning page draws me nearer to the truest version of my being, as He shapes me to pen resonant poetry rooted in His grace.

[Mugilan Raju 🥀 @NarcoticWords]

All My Pain Has Become a Halo (2021), The Museum of Happiness.

I am striving my best to rearrange my shattered pieces back together and diving deeper into my subconscious to seek the answer to my quest for self-realization.

[Mugilan Raju 🥀 @NarcoticWords]

Happy Birthday Kiddo (1995), The Museum of Happiness.

[Mugilan Raju 🥀 @NarcoticWords]

All The Synonyms For Sadness (2019), The Museum of Happiness.

[Mugilan Raju 🥀 @NarcoticWords]

When I can’t love myself, I become a star that makes even the darkness feel beautiful.

[Mugilan Raju 🥀 @NarcoticWords]

She arrived and the cemetery I carried within me softened into a garden that finally knew light.

[Mugilan Raju 🥀 @NarcoticWords]

The void wraps around my spine until I breathe despair. Each inhale is surrender, each exhale a silent prayer swallowed whole by the dark.

[Mugilan Raju 🥀 @NarcoticWords]

She listens to my heart as though every unspoken thing deserves a home, without ever asking for translation.

[Mugilan Raju 🥀 @NarcoticWords]

She is a soft haunting, the kind that teaches forgotten graves to bloom.

[Mugilan Raju 🥀 @NarcoticWords]

I will immortalize her in my words until I turn to dust and centuries later, archaeologists will rearrange my bones into the first poem I ever penned for her.

[Mugilan Raju 🥀 @NarcoticWords]

I find mercy in the dim, where the air is soft as ash and the shadows translate the bruised silence I carry like a debt.

[Mugilan Raju 🥀 @NarcoticWords]

Her absence has turned into a cathedral of noise inside me and every voice around me arrives too late to silence it.

[Mugilan Raju 🥀 @NarcoticWords]

I belong among dark forests, orphaned skies, restless oceans and forgotten graveyards.

[Mugilan Raju 🥀 @NarcoticWords]

She existed in all her colours at once, knowing not every hue was meant to blend beautifully, only to become the shape of her.

[Mugilan Raju 🥀 @NarcoticWords]

Her veins are a thunderstorm that forgot the sky and became silence.

[Mugilan Raju 🥀 @NarcoticWords]

I still search for her like a fingerprint left behind by the only hand that ever felt like home.

[Mugilan Raju 🥀 @NarcoticWords]

She speaks to mountains as if they have carried her sorrow for centuries, listens to trees like old friends and finds more comfort in the quiet company of night creatures than in the people she has ever known.

[Mugilan Raju 🥀 @NarcoticWords]

Her absence became the loudest thing in my life, drowning every voice that tried to replace her.