One Wild Night, She Fled From My Sight,

One wild night, she fled from my sight,

just some minutes after we had our fight.

My heart sped up, like it always did,

I searched every corner, she possibly hid.

But every search came to an end so dead,

I regretted every syllable I said.

I wondered why she'd fight me that way,

I put my heart, like hundred times on display.

She hated how I always gazed at the stars,

and talked about Saturn, Pluto and Mars.

For her my interests were awfully vague,

what I could see through, she found opaque.

We were those companions, poles apart,

but despite all odds, she had my heart.

Who is going to give her, this information,

that I was carving a way in the constellation.

So I could find her after death, when she 'n I,

as stars gets located, far up in the sky.

Well now I see, she is no cosmic poetry,

When dead, she'd probably be buried under a tree.

COSMIC POETRY, Vanshika Singh

The greatest tragedy of my life, some days, is how much words mean to me. It may be because I was not good with them initially, but eventually fell in love with their existence. It may be because it always took me alot to form a proper sentence that could make way to everyone's heart.

Some miniscule words, some days, have made me happier like never before. Other more miniscule words, have hurt me beyond my imaginations. They say words are nothing but superficial coverings of the oceanic depth of feelings. And coverings are often misleading. But how do I believe in the fakeness of words, when they have been my sole friend when I had so much to feel, but nothing much to say. My coping mechanism. Words.

-WORDS

Vanshika Singh, 24 Mar, 2022

I think knowing people goes in two ways- knowing facts about them, and knowing them exactly as a person. I think it is not hard to dig deep and find information that can sum up a person's life. Difficult is- finding what they are, and what they've been in the course of their life. What they have felt throughout, and what they seek forward to feel. The world today, is a social platform, where lives are all laid out for people to judge. The deeper, hidden, unexplored and unseen layers are what people actually are.

I've felt like the weight of this world

was lifted off my shoulders.

When I uttered those massless words

at that moment when I was bolder.

You ask me why I had it inside

why didn't I speak up before?

Am I being vocal from now on

and decide to hide no more?

It feels nice being unmute

but once in a while, I think.

The weight of the world has forced me

to draw it into words by my ink.

UNMUTE- Vanshika Singh

The absence of stuff to feel about,

I think,

is overrated.

Ask someone who feels so much,

that they have to write it on paper,

so it doesn't overflow.

I've been a stubborn snowflake,

and caused chills wherever I fell,

on whoever I fell upon.

I've been the white snow,

a sight for sore eyes,

but a curse for someone stuck.

I've been a vicious hailstorm,

wrecking trees in array,

disastrous on my way.

I have been winter,

had nothing warm to give,

My sun, however, ain't absent,

it lingers behind the house I live.

BEEN WINTER- Vanshika Singh