IN SHATTERED PIECES,
MY HEART DID FALL,
LOST IN DARKNESS,
FEELING SO SMALL.
BUT THROUGH THE PAIN,
I'LL FIND MY WAY, WITH EACH SUNRISE,
A BRIGHTER DAY.
FOR EVEN IN HEARTBREAK,
I'LL STILL FIND GRACE,
LET MY BROKENNESS BECOME
MY STRENGTH'S EMBRACE.

I write when I don't speak
Now I've my own library
                                        ~nyn

When death arrives at my door

Asking what's my last wish

And i don't know what to say

Should I say I just wanted to be genuinely happy for atleast one day ,

Or Should I say that I want to meet the person I loved the most

Should I say I want to tell my parents sorry for not being a good child

Or should I say I want to meet my childhood friend and do silly things for the last time

What should I say?..

Beneath the moon's gentle glow love's tale unfolds,
A connection unspoken, a story yet untold.

No words to define, no boundries to bind, Just two souls hiding, Intertwined.

Navigation emotions, a dance in the dark, They explore uncharted territories, leaving a mark

Though the road has diverged, and we're apart
I'll cherish the love that once filled my heart.

People say,
March is a month of colors.
Is it?!
So why do people steal my color?
Why do they make my life black and white?
Why do they make me feel like I'm colorless?
Why ?
Is it because March is not really a month of COLORS!?

I walk through nights that have no end, Where shadows stretch and stars pretend.

The silence hums a lullaby, To all the tears I never cry.

My thoughts, like ghosts, begin to creep, Through empty rooms where memories sleep.

Each heartbeat echoes down the hall-A quiet proof I felt it all.

No voice replies, no light will stay, Just hollow echoes fade away.

You never wrote back, but I read every line—

In letters I dreamed up and signed in your sign.

They came in the wind or the drip of the sink,

In shadows that pause just a moment to think.

I fed on illusions, I watered my pain,

I swore that your absence would soon explain.

But days turn to years, and still I believe,

That ghosts only vanish when we stop to grieve.


---nyn

IN THE DEPTHS OF HOPE,
I'LL PATIENTLY WAIT,
FOR DESTINY TO UNVEIL MY SOULMATE.
WITH OPEN ARMS,
I'LL WELCOME THE DAY,
WHEN LOVE'S SWEET SYMPHONY COMES MY WAY.