I just woke up and—
It’s cold, and I’m tired.
Standing at the bus stop with my neighbors,
my bag heavier than my body,
my head heavier than my bag.

The textbook in my hand lists my exams,
Kingdoms I can’t classify and processes I can’t explain.

The bus driver lives around the corner.
We hear his engine start,
the grumble of morning.
He pulls out,
backs up,
and rolls toward us.

We climb in.
Seats creak.
Heat hums, just barely.

I open the book,
but the letters won’t stay still.

I glance up—
and the sky hits me.

Pastel.
Not pink, not purple—something between.
And it’s almost as if you can smell it—
it smells like—

Like something good.
Not candy.
Not flowers.
Like air after rain, but sweeter—
cleaner.

The sky just exhaled
and the world paused
to breathe it in.

I stare.
Busmates probably think I’m twelve,
staring out the window like I’ve never seen clouds.

But that sky—

It knocks the tired out of my bones.
Cuts through the fog in my chest.
Wipes out the weight of what-ifs and what-nows.

It feels holy, almost.
Not church holy,
but the kind that sneaks up on you
when you don’t believe in much.

I keep looking,
like maybe if I stare long enough,
I’ll stay awake.

And for a moment,
I don’t care about the test,
or the clock,
or the day.

For a moment,
I believe that something out there
is still worth watching.

An year ago began a story,
Like any other,
Two lovers live a tale,
A journey, a song ready to be played.

The Boy~

Chasing his dreams, the handsome boy knew no bounds,
Falling in love was the last thing his mind could topple around.
But destiny had a surprise in store,
His life was going to change,
His heart even more.

A dream came by,
Smile worth a million dimes.
His heart skipped a beat,
In that moment,
Destiny wrote their names,
with a heart in between.

He never thought someone could understand him so well,
To believe what he said,
To feel what he could not tell.

He knew he had found the one,
Whom he could trust,
Who cared for his innocence,
Whom he loved more than anyone.

Time passed, things changed.
Fights , ego , laughter,sorrow, paid a visit.
But the bond still remained,
Forged by destiny,
His love will always remain the same

The girl~

She had the world at her feet,
Excelled at everything,
But still,
A void remained down deep.

Meeting him, something struck her heart,
Her father's presence came to life.
She knew he was the one,
Whom she could trust,
Things she told none.

She found him a little dumb,
Naive to what the world had become.
She knew she had to protect him,
Against all harms life brought within.

To feel his touch was what she wanted,
But destiny put her to test,
Her wish was not granted.
Living at the mercy of fate,
She knew she could not stop,
He told her often"THIS TOO SHALL PASS".

Time passed, things changed,
Tears, silence, ego crept in.
But even then they came out as one.
Her love was something uncommon.
Even a thousand miles seemed less, often.

The Poet~

I can't tell you what is true,
I am a poet,
My poems are at the mercy of love's virtue

I feel this story has just begun,
To be remembered by many, not one.
Their love is pure,
I can feel it inside,
For I heard them whisper" FOREVER STAY BY MY SIDE."

I've seen them live,
I've seen them love.
Now I see them rest, beside one another.

A feet apart they lay,
My occasional visits and nature,
Are the only ones who stay.

Some days the winds blow heavy,
Nature uses its brute force.
I still stand in the rain,
My ritual cannot go in vain.

Just as I near the end of our conversation,
Something old catches my eye,
Engraved in the stones,
It still makes me smile.
My steps recede, the music silently dies..
The tombstones say
" FOREVER STAY BY MY SIDE".

There's a ghost in the machine
A distant heartbeat
An echo
A recollection of tides pulled by the rhythm
Of the moon
A lunar cycle
Of leaves swirled
And now settled
By the whisper
Of the breeze
A message repeated
But not audibly heard
Remembered and understood.
You are in the right place
Where you need to be
All you need now
Is to breathe and be.