By Preyashi Ram
We met, like two rivers brushing shores,
then drifted apart, a tide of silence between us.
We became ghosts in each other's worlds,
erased by the quiet of unspoken words.
Still, a voice in me longs to call your name—
not as before,
when you were my sky, my anchor, my endless horizon.
No, my priorities haven’t shifted;
they have shattered and reformed.
I once thought you the sun
around which my fragile orbit turned.
Now, I see—I was merely a fleeting shadow,
a soft breath on a windowpane.
Or was I?
Did you once hold me in your heart,
like spring’s first bloom, fragile but true?
Or was I only a passing season,
forgotten with the fall of leaves?
I ache for the answer,
a truth buried in the quiet storm of "maybe."
Once, I couldn’t last an hour
without the light of your words.
We spoke as if time were endless,
as if the world belonged to us alone.
Now, your absence lingers,
like the cold touch of dusk.
Your inconsistency wraps me
in its tangled threads,
and yet I wait—
like barren fields yearning for rain.
The silence between us grows loud;
I stopped myself from breaking it.
Still, the thought of you
weaves through my days,
a needle stitching longing into my every breath.
My studies lie untouched,
their pages dull and grey;
the joys I once held slip through my fingers,
replaced by the weight of your absence.
You messaged me once
like fireflies in the dark,
a glow so fleeting, so uncertain.
When I offered my love—
a wildflower trembling in open palms—
you let it wither in your silence.
Now, we speak as friends,
our words carrying no warmth.
But I have drawn a line in the sand;
I have turned my heart inward,
to the fire of my own making.
I crave your voice,
but I have bound my desires in chains.
I can no longer afford
to be lost in your storm.
It is my time—
a season of steel and growth,
of devouring knowledge like an unyielding flame,
of becoming the person I was always meant to be.
Let the world open its pages to me,
a vast library of insight and wonder.
I will learn,
I will rise,
and I will fill the hollow you left behind
with the brilliance of my own light
By Preyashi Ram
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