You are a star
shining at your best
in the vastness of the sky
among beautiful moon and sun
And I am a moth
Happy even with the lights of an electric bulb
How I wish
I could sit next to you and your brightness
But,
I know
that dream is too big
and I am doomed with this artificial light
I see you
from here on earth
amid the dust and dirt
your dreamly image in the sky
You light of the sky
Filling the darkness
with a twinkling lights
and making me in awe every night
I console my heart
at least
I could see you from a distance
and be happy on my own little world
I console my heart
Some dreams are
too beautiful
to become a reality
Apr 22, 2020
Apr 22, 2020 at 8:50 AM UTC
The first day of school
In those alien looking environment
And terrifying classroom and teachers
Friends were the ones who made me comfortable
In between those four walls called "classroom"
Along with my friends, I found paradise
May it be Playing hide & seek or eating tiffin together
I found a family like feeling in those 6 words called "FRIEND"
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 3:21 PM UTC
I don’t know what scares me more
You wanting to know my secrets
Or my willingness to share them
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 12:31 PM UTC
The first time she looked up
She fell in love with the sky
Her heart reaching higher
The only answer was to fly
So she made wings of her heart
Carved dreams into feathers
Bid farewell to earth
And fluttered towards ether
But gravity loved her too
Had no intention to let go
Pulled her firmly to the ground
And broke her wings in woe
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 1:52 PM UTC
Monsoon is beautiful. Rainstorm, thunder, lighting, all of it going at once.
You also have a lot of things going on in your mind.
People love monsoon. Why won't they love you?
Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 2:52 PM UTC
Do not misinterpret my silence
As an absence of fortitude
I choose to raise my pen
Instead of my voice
Your spoken words
Will fade with time
My words will remain
Ink stained imprints on your mind
Long after I’m forgotten
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 1:33 PM UTC
I don’t want your fingers to bleed
while holding the pieces of my broken heart
I don’t want your eyes to cry
for the pain that lives inside me
I don't want your tounge to taste blood
each time it whispers my name
I don’t your hands to shiver
while reaching for my cold soul
I don’t want you to suffocate
while drawing air to my lungs
I don’t want you to consume
the venom that flows inside my veins
I don’t want you to break down
in the process of healing me
So I’ll love you but only from a safe distance
Knowing that we don’t belong to each other
I’ll always love you
But will never show it
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 1:32 PM UTC
One thing I love about people is that they have stories to tell you. Stories that tickle you and make you laugh really hard stories that bring tears to your eyes,
stories which quieten you and make you introspect
stories that awe you, stories which move your ground
stories which change your perception about life
stories that make you question the existence of god and stories which make you believe in him
stories that shake you to the core
stories which make you fall in love with someone and stories which break your heart
stories which make you feel complete and stories which help you realize your flaws
stories which fill you with agony and stories which make you feel blessed
stories which helps you understand the complexity of relationships
stories that make you value the tiny moments of happiness spent with loved ones
stories which kick you in the gut, stories which rip you apart, stories which make you feel naked
stories which scare the hell out of you, stories which bring out the warrior in you
stories that hurt you, stories which heal you
stories which help you find the purpose of your life and stories that stay in your heart forever.
So a person isn’t just a man/woman,
***** is an untold story, an unsung song, an unread novel and an unraveled mystery waiting to be heard, sung , read and discovered.
All you need is the patience to listen, the warmth to care and the empathy to understand.
The magical world of stories is waiting for you
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 1:28 PM UTC
You’re not a poet because you know those ‘fancy’ words
You’re a poet because every word you write comes straight from your heart
You’re not a poet because people admire your work
You’re a poet because you write for your own contentment and not for people's consent
You’re not a poet because you feel alone
You’re a poet because pen and paper are your biggest companions
You’re not a poet because you understand emotions better
You’re a poet because you let them flow freely
You are not a poet because you’ve failed in love
You’re a poet because you’ve been in love deeper than anyone else
You’re not a poet because you are strong
You’re a poet because you don’t hide your weaknesses
You’re not a poet because you can heal hearts
You’re a poet because you know what it means to be broken
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 1:23 PM UTC
When I was younger, I used to think I was going to be a Star.
Under a spotlight where everyone knew my name...
I was five.
Now, I want shadows and to be as far away as possible.
Hidden and far from consequence,
And even further from myself.
Where my name is not a name,
But just another word without any true meaning.
When I was younger, I used to think I was going to be a Star.
Now, I want to disappear.
I should have jumped overboard when I had the chance.
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 12:57 PM UTC