The emotions flowing from a nip on the paper.
Work as a connecting medium which carry profound meanings and contentment.
Sometimes flicker due to uncertainties.
Sometimes sheds due to overflow.
It is non toxic but can warp the things that can't be of no use.
Just a pigment which shows the real colours of life.

In my darkest nights
When I have lost my way
I gaze up to the sky
And there I see your face
Lighting up my path
I'm following your trace
My road to travel by
I will not walk astray
For in my darkest nights
I know just where you are
My shining northern star

i didn’t touch her.
 but the air
  between our hands
   folded—
    like it once did
      when closeness
        meant undoing.

she left
 before the door shut.
but her presence—
 a tilt
  in the chair,
   a wrinkle
    on the bedsheet—
remained,
 louder
  than any word.

you don’t forget
 the scent
  of not-touching.
you carry
  the warmth
   that never reached
    your shoulder.

i didn’t say goodbye.
but the room
 still hears
  her silence.

—

I see you.
Even through your dark nights and stormy skies.
I see you with your chilly breeze and lack of leaves.

I feel safe in your cold embrace.

You’ve always been my favourite. Not needing to shine bright or be loud. You let simplicity take the lead.

You are truly the beginning and the end. Laying bare for all to see.