A soul wandering, on unknown path,
Got myself under the piled wrath.

Unknown I was of my own destruction skills,
Finding bliss was my aim, so I took no. Of pills.

All I wanted to accomplish my dreams,
So I covered up my mouth and ate up my anxiety screams.

Wanted to fly high, so I started to crawl,
I didnt knew I was crawling against the squall.

Threw away hard, I picked up my shards,
In dilemma I was, what to do next now ? I dont want my dreams, my wishes to be in graveyard.

Craving for yet another magical happening, moving forward on unknown path,
Unknown of my needs, dynamic was my nature ;
So I kept burdening with loaths.

Now when I look back, I know what I needed,
I allure the way I bridged and struggled.

The things I kept within me,
Searched like a wanderer.


©heeranshimishra

Even though
The night may be dark
You just need to weather it
Till the sun rises again

But sometimes
This is difficult
To see the light
Without it being there

To have faith
That it will get better
When you can only see
The black darkness

You may wonder
If there really is
A light at the end
A release after agony

But you have to
Keep going still
Despite the trials
Through the hardship

Because the only ones
Who stay in darkness
Are those who give up
And succumb to the abyss

All it takes
Is one step
After the other
To find the light

*Of another day

I only feel like myself
when I travel
When I'm
someplace new
I feel
at home

While the world is in chaos,
She opens her book
And begins to wander--
The only thing that saves her
From everything.

I hold onto the hope that someday I will see them. Those lights drug across the sky by a goddess with her water colour brush. Greens and blues and pinks that dance a star's song into being while the sky stretches and wakes up and prepares to host this fit of brilliance. When people down below lift their eyes to the heavens. Irises are filled and reflect a dazzling champagne of pastels which God has created. He wants to say 'I love you' and could think of no better way than this expression. Where snow gives way to reflective ice and the shiny sparkles slide silently through the night. It is the visual of the heart when in love, and it lights up the night like the first beautiful moment of a stage being brought to life. The conductor lifts his hands and a radiant explosion surrounds the audience. Music is not needed and none will ever accurately describe it. Few will see this spectacularity because the auroras only reveal themselves to the minds that wander and the hands that reach towards heaven.