I can feel fire at my fingertips
the heat of all I want to do
it coalesces before me
forging myself into who I want to be
finally seeing clearly,
wiping clean the fogged mirror:
WHO I AM.

I am everything I’ve ever wanted to be
and still, I am not yet all that I’ve dreamed to be

that hope for more
is the best part.

Old
Is
Gold
Gold
Is
A
Goal?....
               - Amisha priya

I often wonder —

What is more painful:

to lose someone you once had,

                      or

to never have anyone to lose?

Stars looked like glowing sands
Down here—far, far below;
Cities too radiate a blinding hope
Gazed beyond the fields and hills;
Beauty oozes out of a distant thing,
Meter and miles allures the mind.

I have lost her love.
I look for her in words—
the words that fill pages
of my stolen diary.

She has a few good days.
She fell in love.
His honey words
made her forget her fear.

He left.
And so did she.

I have lost her love.
I see glimpses of it
when I cook pasta.
In dance, in sweat—
I see it in my eyes.

She seems so far away.
I have lost her love.

In a world full of  chaos, strive and pain
The best thing to do.
Is stay in your lane.