Walking with a smily face,
Holding that hollow space...
Embarked engraved and deeply seated,
In the path where peace was
defeated...
Withholding a story never told
Waiting for my truth to unfold,
A story of resilience,
A story of dedication,
A story of heartbreak,
It's a story of immense generosity...
A story chasing me...
Or am i the one chasing the story??
It's a story of a girl who loves..
A girl who always stood up....
Ran, walk, and even crawled but never gave up.
The story still goes on with the void in heart... even on the good bad and the ugly days!

If not for this moment
We could escape this winter
Never look back
At our sick, cold, and brittle bodies

If not for this hour
We could make the world ours
In a space
Trimmed from the flesh of time

If not for this insanity
The trees would welcome us
Their finger-like branches curling up
The autumn leaves

We can't rewrite history
Erase the inner conflict
So, we tear the pages of poetry
Breathing in the undying fire

Writhing under the touch
Crying and running chaste fingers
Through the river of the ****** souls
Savoring the havoc

We could stop and cry war
And complain
About how powerless we all are
To the heart

When I look at your face
I treasure this vulnerable soul
That has always needed your
Love

Lately I've been feeling
Disconnected from the world
It seems such a dreadful place
It feels far away from home

So I come to my safe haven
Read and write for hours
Write and read some more
And I know I'm not alone

For I get to see each of you
The outcasts, the weirdos
The misfits, the poets...
But above all, the kind

My little beacons of hope...
My people

He didn't know the people he saved,
flew towards it when his service waved!
Got his name on the skies engraved!!
A man with unquenched valour,
He was indeed a sky sailor,
With a big heart and a bigger steel within,
His flame was intense compared to his machine!
With dedication, love, and courage, making him a complete man,
Protected civilians even when he couldn't land!
Indian skies will always remember your story...
To, a lot of men in blue, men in white and men in olive, as you touch the sky with glory!

Path of sunshine got lost in eclipse;
And the clear skies turned to massive storms!
Bed of roses to crown of thorns,
The glass rose broke and bleed, and she was left to weep!
Vain enclosed the heart that always learned to love..
Indeed, the city roads lost something to suburbs
As the exhausted candles could never lit up.