Firmamentum

I looked around and not a single silhouette was there The desert was extremely quiet Just as I was about to lose hope There she was Standing as if the world was her stage She lent me a hand I stood up, my eyes still fixed on her smile It was difficult to believe that she was a human Her smile was eternal, godly And as my eyes turned around In a flash, she was gone Forever I wonder who she was I wonder why she appeared there I wonder, why me And I didn't even realize that the sand dunes were far away I was out of the desert I could see a foot trail but I don't remember walking the distance I wasn't even tired Confused, I turned again And there it was, the one thing I was searching for I walked inside this huge archway The entrance to the city The city of pure gold Or the other name that you've heard El Dorado The beautiful city, sparkling As the sunlight reflected from the surface of the statues My eyes couldn't believe what they saw And...

  “Can we talk, in private?” I asked “Yes of course ” she said To her, it was a simple conversation A simple combination of sentences that made some sense For her, it was nothing unusual It was perfectly normal Even for an outside observer, we had a conversation Which anyone would consider perfectly normal Nothing strange at all But for me, we were conversing for the very last time And I could’ve avoided it And a thought came over “Regrets or No Regrets?” I went for the latter and I thought Why not talk to her? One last time Why don’t we sit together? One last time Why don’t we hold hands? One last time Why don’t we sit there in the beautiful silence and still feel comfortable? One last time Why don’t I hug her? One last time With that thought, I ran to her and at that moment I felt Why don’t I ask her again? Why shouldn’t I try again? One last time I believe it was not me who was thinking I cannot possibly be thinking su...

I always thought that it would be a sudden realization But now I can feel it; We, can feel it It’s finally coming to an end and there are so many things in my mind You don’t just wake up one day and realize that it’s over You feel it ending slowly And you want to savor each and every moment you can have with these people These people who came into our lives as nobodies Some of us even despised each other Talking behind each other’s backs Fast forward 2 years later, we’re best friends I don’t want this to end No one does But part of the journey is end And although I hate to admit it I am going to cry on the final day I cannot think of a place other than this I can’t fore-see a future where I don’t meet you guys You mean a lot to me Each and every one of you reading this I am going to miss you All of you And I know plans do not work out very well with me But let’s meet someday? For the very last time No regrets, Only tears, of happin...

I don’t think I need to make this one formal. I’m writing this to you and I don’t even know why. There are some things that you can’t explain or understand. They are just there. This is one of those moments when I don’t know what I’m typing or what my brain is thinking it’s just my hands that are automatically pressing each key on their own and my heart which just has a picture of you in it. It’s been a tremendously good time since we’ve known each other and I have loved everything about that journey. I don’t know what happened to us but even now if someone asks “Who is she?” my only reply is “the closest thing I have to a girl-best-friend”. Because you are that special to me. I like to speak in facts and the fact is you were my first lady love ever and I continue to love you even to this very moment. I always say I remember each and every moment of my life. But there are some times when I let myself be, without the slightest care of my character, my behavior, my personality, what ot...

Funny, how destiny works. In a moment, you’re sitting there writing an exam Concentrating on the definite integration question And in the same moment, your hand goes under your desk And there you find a notebook, covered in brown paper Neat brown paper You look around, look at the invigilator who’s busy in his phone And open the notebook to find her name inscribed on the first page In beautiful handwriting “ Amishta Trivedi ” And the first thought that runs through your mind is a question Should I solve the integral? You choose otherwise and go on to flip the pages And there on all the pages is the same handwriting Poetry, Logs, Stories, Thoughts Anything that she thought, she scribbled it down there As if it was a part of her soul that she wanted to transfer in those pages And you start reading that stuff, written so profoundly. With each word, you fall for her even more You forget that you are actually in the middle of an examination And as yo...

There is a theory That when you die your whole life flashes right before your eyes I don't really understand how something so long can be flashed in mere seconds But it's not the life you think you lived  In your final moments what you see are people The people who cared It doesn't matter if you've ever met them or not I don't know if it was the last time I saw her But it was someone I felt connected to I've never met her I've never seen her But tell me to describe the face, and I can write poetry on it She was not like everyone else And when I was there lying on the ground Her eyes were stuck on me Not in sympathetic or romantic way Neutral Just lying there, looking at me And in that moment I felt a strange connection  A connection that you feel with the people you love And those silver locks of hair Like she was blessed by the thunder god himself That lock went from ...

In that never ending list of names I'd spent nights searching for yours I remember when you said that If I keep my hand on something I'll be a topper in that Maybe your prayers were answered There are now a million names in that list that I hold And all I look for is the letter '☐' I had imagined a future Together, for us A future where there would never even be shadow of sadness In this world of sad and empty hearts All I look for is a heart like yours I still think about where we went wrong I still think about what I did wrong But there is one thing I'm certain of In the fight against society WE lost And in this war of love and peace All I look for is a face resembling yours I don't know where time would take us Maybe we'll end up together Maybe we'll go along our paths  Not talking ever again And in this journey of life All I look for is a voice as sweet as yours I believe that the time we ...