Feb 16



And one by one the stars began to dot the blackening sky, as if someone was marking points on a giant black canvas,

Some shimmered, some hidden by clouds while others simply stood still, like spectators in the dark, forced to, against their will.

My back began to ache, I've been too long on the hard, cold floor, lost in thoughts, mostly memories which walked back through the door.

Funny thing, this head. It keeps track of all things you best forget, Things which have no future, no hope, no scope to hit the target.

The silence around was deafening, it was aiding the voices in my head, Voices of me, maybe someone else, maybe nothing, slowly being fed,

By this nothingness inside, my mind is just too preoccupied to react, as all things of the past, one by one kept coming back.

Was it getting colder outside? Or is it just me, I couldn't really tell, This battle that raged inside my head, was too firm footed to be felled.

I just gave up the fight, and decided let it run its course, That's the least I could do, I didn't want it to get worse.

Its just a daily thing, I wonder if it'll ever end, Its getting harder day by day to pretend.

I just want this to be the last act, the curtains to be drawn, I just want this night to end, and rise with a brighter dawn.


-Yash D


Dawn - By Yash D


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  • Sshhhh…. I comforted it, gently rocking it in my arms, So close it was, tucked in the sheets, its breath trembling, unable to stay calm. I pulled the sheets closer, trying to silence out the din, Its okay, its okay, I said, Its just a little bit of wind. Outside I could see the trees, getting torn by the wind’s might, I turned away, to make sure, This stays out of its sight. The storm raged on unrelenting, the waves crashing down on the shore, Bit by bit, everything fell apart, destroying my beautiful, lovely, home. I pulled the sheets closer, trying to silence out the din, Its okay, its okay, I said, Its just a little bit of wind The wind went savage, howling, devouring everything in its way, Moments seemed to tick slowly, as we helplessly waited for the day. Structures gave in, and so did the streetlights, unable to take anymore, it was getting worse, And we watched silently, helplessly as the nature ruthlessly took its course. I pulled the sheets closer, trying to silence out the din, Its okay, its okay, I said, Its just a little bit of wind. I was lost now, didn’t have the courage left to stay calm. This, fear of mine, was one troubled child, unable to stay still in my arms. It tossed and turned, to the tune of, the howling of the wind and the random crashes, This fiery storm will end soon, a new day will rise from the ashes. So one last time, I pulled myself together, tried to reassure myself out of this din, It’s okay it’s okay I told myself, It’s just a little bit of wind. - yash D
  • There was this beautiful cloud, bathed golden..in the morning sun She swept him off his feet… ’twas love, he just followed it wherever the wind took along. He stood in silence in the rain, when she let it out, hoping to soak up all her grief dry, and stood in amazement, spellbound by her beauty when she thundered out all her anger! all the while he hoped she would take a notice, He was all but a mere speck on the ground, she had the skies to reign, the heavens to dwell would he even stand a chance, a thought dragged down. Hope was all he had, dreams all he made, and one day, she sheltered me from the sun! He thought he succeeded, he leapt in joy, finally he managed to get himself heard! Little did he know, it was meant to pass, Irony was the tone, dark clouds soon joined her crowd, in all this darkness of confusion, suddenly with a flash of lightning, he was finally struck down. -Yash D
  • I must ink my thoughts in words, but every syllable struggles to find presence, all the confusion, as thoughts in my head, intelligible,otherwise die out in the mess. Emotions weigh down, heavy on me, as the pain keeps me up, through nights, Too many feelings, that cloud the thoughts, it gets tough to choose one and write. I force some words, pen them down, as I barely get past the start, Written down, they are just gibberish, rhyme and reason are miles apart. I try and fail, fail and try, hoping this terrible work, would be the last. I write randomly, hope desperately, this phase would soon be past. - Yash D