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Stardust Apr 26
I live among blurry faces,
faces of people I used to know.
Leaving a place and coming back feels like you know someone from before yet not who they are now.
Stardust Apr 26
Why do we become blind,
When we love someone so?
And blind again with hate,
When we let it grow?

We see no flaw in one,
And only flaws in some.
Why do our hearts so easily
Make our minds its gun?
I was just wondering why I sometimes turn into a fairy tale character for someone—kind, idealistic—while at other times I feel like the foul-mouthed villain’s right-hand man, caught in loud spats. But I'm trying to find a balance, to control my emotions and not get swept away by their intensity. After all, emotions come and go.
Stardust Apr 20
When the glass shattered that day,
all I could think was—please stop.
Later, it became—I hope the pieces fit back together.
And now, it’s—I pray they don’t break further.
The pain, you ask?
It’s still there.
Only now, the numbness is manageable.
It’s strange how, like the tide, things escalate and everything suddenly feels out of order. You can’t even process events as they unfold—you’re just left speechless. What once seemed simple becomes complicated and messy. So you pause to ask yourself: is this really reality?
Things break, and they make noise—some people notice, others just enjoy it, indifferent to the consequences for those caught in the middle.
And then there are the memories—strangely missed, yet forever trapped in a chapter, a part, a volume of my life that feels completely different from now.
Stardust Apr 18
I am a Prisoner.
Prisoned in the cage of expectations and social order.
Perhaps that’s why I long so deeply for solidarity.
But these chains won’t break—no matter how hard I try.
They feel eternal, their grip unwavering and cold.
A silent rebellion against invisible chains.
  Apr 17 Stardust
Akriti
I often ask myself :

"Why is it so easy to die
for someone you love ,
and yet so hard to live on
for someone who cares?"
Stardust Apr 17
I wonder—why do my eyes always find you?
Was it that day I caught you staring, just once, on a sunny winter afternoon?
Or is it the way we always seem to cross paths, as if by fate?
I don’t know what this feeling is—
But whatever it is, I’m certain it’s one-sided.
And I know I must let it go.
Because seeing you, and saying nothing… is torturous.
This poem is about my recent crush, haha. But honestly, I don’t want to feel this way right now, and I don’t think that person feels the same. I’m pretty sure they haven’t noticed me the way I’ve noticed them. So yeah, I guess I need to get over this soon.
Stardust Apr 15
I just asked you few things to keep in mind,
Before you open your mouth to talk about me.
I have clearly expressed my intension to stay away from the crowd
But how come you forget this every time?
Every time?
I can't fathom this act of yours.
This running circle of arguments just because you don't listen.
I am fed up, fed up, fed up of this.
When you have arguments with the same person over and over, it really starts to make you feel like you're the villain or something. But I'm trying to understand and accept them as they are—everyone has flaws, and so do I. If they can't keep secrets, I guess I just have to adjust and stop telling them things I want to keep private.
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