You’re your very own hero,
shining the ray of hope in your dark corner,
standing up for yourself,
even when you hear yourself stutter and falter.
You do your very own thing,
comfortable and beautiful in your own skin,
you’re that one true best friend you’ll ever have,
who will literally be there through thick and thin.

Not all heroes wear capes,
they’re normal humans who strongly live on.
Not all heroes fly through cities,
they walk ahead, all alone, even when everyone is gone.
Not all heroes save people,
some save themselves when they think
that they have nothing more.
Not all heroes want a ‘great future’,
they just endeavor to live life better than before.

So be your own hero,
look into the mirror and give it a wink,
love that hero looking back at you,
let that hero live every day, life goes by in a blink.

It's been almost a year,
and I don't know why,
but I am writing about this,
even though I am better now.

My healing skin is now pink,
where I had done art and craft,
sure I can still see the faint lines,
but now even my heart feels smooth.

Those had been some days,
echoing with silent cries,
when I struggled alone to stay afloat,
they were all the same, the days and nights.

We've all had different reasons,
I had mine, to practice on my personal canvas,
where nobody could see my artwork,
But then I stopped, before I became a corpse.

What was I gaining, what were others losing,
a temporary getaway from the pain,
when I could just let go of all of it,
by an hour, crying it off in the rain.

It's not easy, fighting your war alone.
sometimes, it's impossible to talk this over on a phone,
but just know this, the pain isn't forever,
your story isn't just your own.

It’s been quite a while,
since I really poured out,
on a page with words and letters,
which I can’t say in passion or rage.

Words don’t spill from my lips,
they get all twisted by my tongue,
it’s scary, unnerving and uncertain,
I wish I could disappear into oblivion.

I don’t sound like Shakespeare,
my words are simple and straight,
the others have it all planned out,
I want to be like them,
so I stay awake thinking,
I stay awake till late.

There has never been anything truer,
I have never confessed in simpler words,
I wish my words had more life,
I want them to fly away like birds.

I am scared of not getting better,
it’s been a while since I felt something,
reading what I have written,
but it’s all so bland and stupid,
I feel pained and bitten.

I don’t know if I will get better,
I don’t know what the future holds,
I just hope I am a great poet and protagonist,
in a story that’s yet to be told.

“Why aren’t you in a relationship?”,
“But you’re 21 right?” “Don’t you feel lonely?”

Questions asked and left unanswered,
by my raised eye brows and loud silence.
While some queries need to be answered in words,
some need to be handled with elegance.

I didn’t know there was an age limit,
to find someone and fall in love.
I sure as hell am not expecting the perfect guy,
to be wrapped and parceled by God above.
(I am an atheist, I did that for the rhyme.)

I have a different definition of ‘lonely’,
if it means to others the absence of a companion.
I have learned to find my other half inside myself,
who had been long dead since oblivion.

I am not sorry because I don’t have a plus one,
really, I can have myself and still have all the fun.
They can make all the jokes they want,
about singleton and *******,
but I’d really rather have myself,
than be unprepared for emotional devastation.

I never saw a relationship as a bond between people,
to fill in the empty time, to ask for validation.
The moment I give my deep analysis about this bond,
I have to declare I am alright and I am asked for clarification.

So yes, I am single and jubilant,
having all the fun I can, in life.
Age doesn’t give way to relationships and marriage,
I can be just fine not being someone’s girlfriend and wife.

On the grass,
under the clear night sky.
She played with the stars,
shining in her dark brown eyes.

Warm feet,
cool in the breeze.
Her delicate fingers played with the leaves,
fallen from the maple trees.

A sweet smile,
kissed her beautiful face.
As the stars burnt bright,
as she glowed in their glowing embrace.

Her eyes and fingers traced,
their paths so intricately linked.
She didn’t want to miss this beautiful night,
and so, she hardly blinked.

She saw shapes and constellations,
shining bright in their glory.
It was almost as if they wanted her to come stargazing,
and listen to them as they told their story.

Lost in world filled with adrenaline rush,
where every small and beautiful dream can be crushed.
Holding on to a tiny twig to get to the shore,
because even asking for something won't get you more.
Keeping alive the flame of hope burning,
even though the feeling of realism is churning.

Trying to rebuild a world after a storm,
dying to give your shapeless life a form.
Nothing is easy, but being cynical isn't a necessary option,
there's no harm in trying before absolute devastation.
We all survive this world before we go to bed,
we are doing a better job than being dead.

So yes, sometimes things may seem impossible,
but life isn't that terrible.
Nothing comes easy in life, nothing comes in hand,
it's a harsh reality you have to just understand.
So just be strong enough and pave a way,
and you'll get what you want someday.

They ask me about what I desire the most.
I tell them,

“I wish to lay on the grass,
under the stars.
Bond with the universe,
think and talk in verse.
Surrender to the beauty so underrated,
soak in it to feel reincarnated.

Gaze into the dark wonders,
and discover enlightening answers.
Flow with the beautiful breeze,
dream about the oceans and seas,
feel liberated and at ease.

Drown in the comforting silence and serenity,
and live in it for eternity.
Close my eyes to the world around,
see a whole new universe I have found.
Open my ears to the beautiful song that the night sings,
relish and cherish every moment it brings.

Watch the shining diamonds hanging from the vast ceiling,
truly live and revel in the inexplicable feeling.
Let go of every sorrow in the heart,
allow the universe to tear it all apart.
Find company with those who can’t speak,
feel free to find strength even when I am weak.

So, yes, I wish to lay under the stars,
on the soft green grass.
Somehow find out a beautiful way,
to struggle, fight and survive, come what may.