They say, When a star dies, It's either a huge explosive mess, In the space, Creating a supernova, Or sometimes, They just fade away, Silently without any drama, Existing one second, And not the next, Leaving a void of some kind, In the space, Leaving questions nonetheless, To be answered by no one, And an emptiness, That cannot be filled, With anything in the universe.

Mountains certainly give life a lot of perspective. Looking up at the mountains that were all around me, which stood with strength and pride, I felt insignificant yet significant at the same time. I won't say the cliches about being as powerful as the mountains because I frequently break into tiny rocks. I'm not like the mountains. However, they humble me, help me understand my place on this blue world, which is buzzing with life, and they make me feel alive and fortunate to

I woke up today, With the glowing yellow light, Highlighting the white walls of my room, And a beautiful black butterfly, Sitting on the orange curtains, As it flew in the late October breeze, Like poetry was floating in the air with cooler temperatures, And a belief that buffered in my heart, Which said, we're going to be okay.

Almost every element on Earth, Is connected to you and I, Even with all the space between us, It is related to our fragments, Engraved in our bones, In the hot, liquid that runs through our veins, And in the eyes, That see each other, At horizons far, Apart and away, Yet bound, Within this space of the Earth, And all the elements, That keep us alive. Like a part of you keeps me alive, Like a part of me keeps you alive.

It's a long way, From where this year began. Through these months of madness, And all they asked me, The realizations that I deserved, And the hurt that they brought, The happiness of achievements, And the void of some hearts, This year has been completed, 82% from the start.

This grief has engulfed me, And everywhere I look, Reminds me of something that I miss. It tires me to my bones, Plunging sadness, Right into the marrow, Rewiring the neurons, Rewriting my DNA. And the more I try to stop it, The more I feel it. I don't know how it'll be okay, I don't know if it'll ever be okay.

There's a spark, That still lights the darkness in me, Burning with desires and dreams, Waiting to become a flame. But there's this darkness too, That follows me around, Dimming the light, Almost until it goes out. I need some fuel, To keep darkening the dawn, To end this eclipse that's been going on.

I want to start new traditions, Build new rituals, Decorate my house not just for one day, But celebrate the light of everyday, As it streams through the windows and doors, I want less walls and more air, Less roofs and more stars, Less floors and more grass, Less materials and more connection, I want to be at home, In a place, And in my own heart. thoda sa ghar

Then, everyday, you've to believe in yourself, A little more than yesterday, Even if it sounds impossible, To live through the struggles, Because then, one day, Everything starts to feel right again, And even better than before it seems, So, have courage and take a breath, It's all going to be alright, I just said.

The "it's okay" When it's not really okay, Is not okay with me. So, when something hurts, It is not okay. So what if you cannot change anything about it, When it hurts, it hurts. So, when you miss someone badly, It is not okay. So, what if you cannot change the situation, When you miss someone, you miss someone. So, when you are living in the moment and you wish someone was there with you, It is not okay. So, what if you cannot be with them anytime, If they should be there, t

The way he looks at her, Says everything, Means more than anything, Because words are meaningless, In the conversations they have. With just one look, His one nod, Her one smile. And even the air trembled, And clouds thundered, Seeing everything that was happening, But no one knew where, No one knew when, No one knew how.

The words will stay in my mouth, The next time, Before they reach your ears, And get twisted, As if we speak foreign languages, That lose out the meaning, In translation. The words will melt in my mouth, The next time, Before they fire up, And make me a culprit, As if I'm not really the victim here, For burning out everything, I could ever give.

Something that my heart says, Is that I should take this chance, Merely because I'm a good person, Portraying emotions in the best way I can, In this world that is often cruel and unkind, Never really caring for a heart like mine, Good enough to be loved the right way just this one time. • An acrostic poem is a poem in which the first letter of each line forms a word.

—————————————————— There, I drew it, That's the line of defence, Everything on this side of it, Is mine, And everything on the other side, That is, You, Is mine too. But remember, You're not allowed on this side anymore, And I won't cross it no more. It's a ceasefire, And I have won (peace) And I have lost (you)

I will raise a war, With the strength of queens, I have read about in histories, Who feared no one, Not even death, To sacrifice their everything, For the right thing. If you poke my armour. I will raise a war, With the strength of queens, I have seen in the game of thrones, Dragon mothers fighting with fire, And queens of snow, Vulnerable yet brave. If you poke my armour. I will raise a war, With the strength of queens, I often dream about, Who is gentle like flowers, But po

You've shut me up, With the venomous words, That you speak, Which sting deep in my heart, And remind me, Of all the times, This has happened before, And why, yet, It is happening again, And yet, why, It will happen again too.

I believe, I have left a piece of my heart, In many places of the city, And whenever I go there to take it back, I find myself, Leaving another piece, In a new memory, Of today and of the past.

On days I debated, My existence, Along with the poetry I create everyday, I got reassured, That it mattered, Every word of it, Every breath of mine. That there was someone, At least someone, Who was there to read it, Out of the seven billion people, That one mattered the most, Along with every word of his, And for him, Along with every breath of his, And for him.

Something feels missing, Like there's a huge chunk of something, Missing from my body, mind and soul, I can feel the emptiness, I can show you where it feels empty too - Put your right hand on your chest, Right over your rib cage, In such a way that your palm is in the middle of your body, This part where your hand rests is the sternum, And underneath it, your heart, That is beating right now, In its own beautiful way, You can feel it under your fingers. I cannot feel it, As

What next? I ask this to the dark gloomy night sky, That lights up often, And thunders in a rhythm, What next? And it reminds me, About every little thing I once said, And wished for, Along with the pain that I feel, In my heart, Not just metaphorically, Really. As if it is breaking, really, But, what next? Because this seems like the death of me, What you say is the end of a story, Because all the twists are said and done, And I'm still here, With something that doesn't look