She Forgot to Shine*

She watched from shadows, their laughter so bright,
Drawn to their glow, mistaking it for light.
Their crowns gleamed gold, their steps so proud,
She shrank in silence, lost in the crowd.

She painted her face in their borrowed hue,
Wore smiles not hers, masked what was true.
She mimicked their walk, their giggles, their grace,
But nothing she did could win her a place.

She dimmed her glow to mirror theirs,
Traded her truth for secondhand stares.
Ignored the whisper, soft and low—
“Your light is rare, let it show.”

But she wanted their warmth, their golden stage,
So she silenced her fire, caged her rage.
Fed on envy from morning’s first breath,
Planted deceit, reaped hollow death.

O’er—what a sorrowful, sorrowful soul,
Plunged into the very image of perfection,
Drowning in the fleeting fame,
Choking on praise never meant for her name.

She wore their shine, but it burned her skin,
For light not yours won’t glow within.
Now alone, in a mirror she stares,
At a girl who vanished chasing glares.

A ghost of hope, a shadowed shell,
Trapped in a dream that felt like hell.
Her own light waits where she left it behind—
But not all stars get a second time.

Some stories end not with silence, but with a flicker too late—
And a light forever lost to a path never meant.

"We go through life without knowing where we’re headed… We run from things without understanding why they chase us. We do everything expected of us—except what we truly desire. We speak endlessly, yet imprison the words we long to say. Lost in tales of the past and those we’re living, torn between dreams we cling to and those that slipped away unnoticed. We grow accustomed to all that happens and has happened to us, facing life while neglecting ourselves. Our hearts are wearied by fate’s whims and exhausted by the weight of passing days."

Call me a failure,
a scissor-less tailor.
But I’m not a terrorist—
I’m a trial-and-errorist!

I fall into fire,
then rise even higher.
I seek inner flash,
not just piles of cash.

Accept that I’m different—
I don’t swim with the current.
I’m not here to conform;
I’m here to transform.

Born to learn,
my brain’s a disk to burn.
Life runs on zero-one—
The sky holds the moon and sun.

Each soul crafts its story,
So I’m not so sorry
for narrating mine—
whether I fail or shine.

Write. Rewrite. Restart.
My life itself is the art.

perhaps the reason why I could never stray away from u
was that you became the catalyst to my discovery of being alive
being alive without restrictions or repercussions
u led me to a point where i was ready to watch my world burn
so that i could see through the smokescreens
and for once and for all , live out the small percentage of having my true freedom

i felt like Maddie, watching you through my phone screen and getting so oddly fascinated by our differences
i only worried about you feeling sorry for myself
but you never made it obvious or real

You didn't save me- you simply were.

when we sat across each other at the table, and you were busy telling me the origins of your name, your likes and dislikes,
your friends and the upcoming party ,
deja vu visited me and said 'do u feel familar?'
i knew this was inevitable now


few first moments of seeing each other in person and we made out in your corridor
i met you 43 full moons ago
half drunk and heartbroken that i was trapped forever
in my small little world
now im the small little being in the big large world

i was cautious and plain and perfect
i now only see beauty and lessons i've gained

i often see you in my dreams
we meet in my messy,cozy room
but you're always telling me something interesting
while i tell myself how to stop thinking about your hands on my face

you were the last matchstick i somehow found
to re kindle my candle that was supposed to be covered in dust
and i happily revel in the warm wax melting through my gullibilty.

"Be careful because once you become a part of the world it becomes a part of you, too?
Because there’s no denying it now. I’m in the world.

And, too, the world is in me."
(excerpts from the book-'everything,everything')

I was bound in chains I could not see,
A prisoner to my own misery.
Whispers of doubt, a crushing weight,
The silent scream of a hopeless state.

I stood in shadows, cold and alone,
With nothing but silence to call my home.
My mind a battlefield, a ceaseless fight,
As day bled into dark, and dark into night.

The mirror showed me a ghost of despair,
A hollow stare with nothing to share.
No light within me, no fire to guide,
Just a wandering soul, nowhere to hide.

Pain was my blanket, fear my friend,
I asked if this was how it would end.
Would I be forever lost, unseen, unheard?
Would my heart stay numb, unfeeling, disturbed?

But even in the darkest of nights,
A flicker of hope would break through the fight.
A whisper, a question, a faint trace of will,
That begged me to rise, to fight, to feel.

"Why?" I asked, when surrender felt near,
"Why should I break, when life’s still here?"
A question so simple, but it tore me apart,
And from the ashes, a spark would start.

With trembling hands and a heart full of fear,
I clung to the light, though it seemed unclear.
Each day I crawled, one step at a time,
Climbing through chaos, through pain so prime.

The days grew longer, the nights more bright,
I learned to trust in the inner fight.
The pain was still there, but I held it tight,
A piece of my past, but not my light.

And now I stand, not unscathed, but free,
A warrior forged from the struggle to be.
I’ve learned that the flame never dies,
It flickers, it falters, but it still flies.

I know now that darkness can’t hold me forever,
That the questions are answers that guide us together.
From the depths of despair, I’ve come to believe,
That no matter the fall, I’ll always rise to achieve.

So I spread my wings, no longer bound,
In the light of my journey, I’ve finally found
That the power within, though tested and torn,
Is a fire that burns, and will never be mourned.