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My body rests on a bed
but mind floats gently across the night sky,
and my soul soon starts to plunge
into the vastness of the universe.

I swim in cosmic dust,
I play with asteroids,
I taste the flavor of comets
and smell the fragance of darkness.
Isn't it paradoxical
that this dark void actually contains everything inside?

I introduce myself to the moons
but they ignore me.
You're too pretentious
-they say.
Only the stars know me well enough
to understand the grieving of my soul.
They wouldn't mock at me,
for they have seen me crying too many times.

Silently I watch the planets
and for a minute I stop to think
that I'm a bit like them:
I'm also orbiting around a glowing incandescent Sun,
but instead, I pay no attention to light
and I chose to focus
on the black background that surrounds me;
a dark infinite that minimizes me,
that reduces me to nothing.

And suddenly the inevitable questions arrive
Who am I in this endless cosmos?
A minuscule particle?
Or am I nothing at all?

I scream my questions to the void with anger
but there's no reply.
I want to know if I'm meaningless,
or if I'm worthy enough to be called
an important part of all this.

My mind and my soul decided then
that was time to come back.
And when they did,
they felt tired of the journey,
my hands felt empty without the answers
and my body felt ordinarily confined.
But I,
I felt infinite.

#review #poetry #meredith
My body rests on a bed
but mind floats gently across the night sky,
and my soul soon starts to plunge
into the vastness of the universe.

I swim in cosmic dust,
I play with asteroids,
I taste the flavor of comets
and smell the fragance of darkness.
Isn't it paradoxical
that this dark void actually contains everything inside?

I introduce myself to the moons
but they ignore me.
You're too pretentious
-they say.
Only the stars know me well enough
to understand the grieving of my soul.
They wouldn't mock at me,
for they have seen me crying too many times.

Silently I watch the planets
and for a minute I stop to think
that I'm a bit like them:
I'm also orbiting around a glowing incandescent Sun,
but instead, I pay no attention to light
and I chose to focus
on the black background that surrounds me;
a dark infinite that minimizes me,
that reduces me to nothing.

And suddenly the inevitable questions arrive
Who am I in this endless cosmos?
A minuscule particle?
Or am I nothing at all?

I scream my questions to the void with anger
but there's no reply.
I want to know if I'm meaningless,
or if I'm worthy enough to be called
an important part of all this.

My mind and my soul decided then
that was time to come back.
And when they did,
they felt tired of the journey,
my hands felt empty without the answers
and my body felt ordinarily confined.
But I,
I felt infinite.

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What-ifs

What if today is my last day?
What if death is looking at me in the face,
and I haven't realized?
What if this is my last second,
my last blink,
my last breath?
What if in this instant,
my heart just stops
and my brain ceases
producing thoughts and dreams?

I know life is ephimeral
and oblivion is somehow inevitable
but honestly,
I'm not prepared to go yet,
and I fear death doesn't understand that.

Oh, inescapable death,
would you give me one more day?
I need to find my purpose
before you embrace me with your darkness.
I need to make a difference,
to leave a mark,
to be remembered.

But what if death ignores my clamor?
What if I'm gone?
Will I be cried?
Will I be missed?
Will someone revive memories of me?

The truth is I fear death
just like I fear being alive and barely feeling like living,
just like I fear my passing goes unnoticed,
just like I fear I could never discern
the reason why I am here,
right now,
in this exact time and place.

There must be a purpose to be born into this world
and a purpose to leave it.
And if I never discover it
before the black sun of death sets,
I'm afraid this tormenting what-ifs
will haunt me in my grave forever.

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I don't belong here.
I belong to the wild,
where the trees grow flawlessly
and the winds blow high

I belong to that place
where creatures are kind,
where there are no signed margins
separating black and white.

I wanna escape of men
and their selfish lives.
They kill each other in vain,
their souls are all marked with lies.

I'm meant to live among deers,
I'm meant to be in the unknown,
I'm ashamed of being called human,
society is no longer home.

In my blood there are no traces
of cruelty, lust, thirst of gold.
What runs through my veins is the essence
of forests, seas, mountain tops.

All I need are clear cascades,
cliffsides, orchids, hidden trails.
I don't need money to be happy.
Neither I need fame.

If only humans could notice
fondness is prettier than screens,
but they are too busy with gadgets
to see beauty in little things.

I don't belong here.
I belong to the wild.
I'm going back to my roots.
There is where I wish to die.

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Title: For Akshay

I bet this time of night he is still awake,
alone with his changing mind and self-hate;
the Indian boy with grieving brown eyes,
sitting on his chair seeing days passing by.


And I'm thousand miles away but I know my ghost
is following him everywhere he goes;
the ghost of the Latin girl who waved him goodbye
but never really gave all the reasons why.


I bet he wonders if I'm doing good,
if I just moved on or found someone new.
If only he knew there's not a single night
that I don't dream of us under the Rishikesh sky.


Which of his gods should I pray to have him?
Who should I pray to for I could hold his hand?
I don't think that Shiva, Krishna or Parvati
will ever hear my prayers from this distant land.

All he'll ever be is a midnight spirit,
a translucent phantom that I cannot touch.
But his name echoes through my mind every minute.
Got tatoos of his hand prints on my soul.

Scared of falling I said goodbye
and attempted to find a new joy.
Now I'm sure no matter how hard I try,
I will never forget the Indian boy.

This pain is not like the one I felt the last time you left.
That pain was excrutiating,
piercing,
unbearable.
It made me bend, crumble, crawl...
It isolated me from everyone
and left me bleeding to death the second you slammed the door.
That pain was like a lethal poison:
it killed me instantly.

But this time my body is not bleeding
because this pain feels different.
This is a numbing pain,
the kind that does not make you cry,
the kind that is not evident,
that does not show.
But this kind is the worst of all
because it kills slowly.
It silently rips me apart and no one notices.
It can even resemble a smile
but it mutilates me inside.

You left and you took everything with you.
Except for the pain,
mild or intense
it does not matter.
Pain is the only thing you always leave me
as a souvenir of your presence here.

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Once you get everything you're looking for:
the self-fulfillment, the success, the money, the fancy stuff;
I bet you'll rest your head on your pillow and you'll start seeing it all in hindsight:
the choice you made, the breakup, the leaving, the distance.
It will all become a never ending circle repeating over and over again on your mind,
a ghost that will haunt you every night
a tormenting rush of jet-black regret and blame.
And my dear, only then you will truly ponder
what's worth a lifetime of achievement
if you won't have me anymore.

#review #poetry #meredith

Once you get everything you're looking for:
the self-fulfillment, the success, the money, the fancy stuff;
I bet you'll rest your head on your pillow and you'll start seeing it all in hindsight:
the choice you made, the breakup, the leaving, the distance.
It will all become a never ending circle
repeating over and over again on your mind,
a ghost that will haunt you every night
a tormenting rush of jet-black regret and blame.
And my dear, only then you will truly ponder
what's worth a lifetime of achievement
if you won't have me anymore.

#review #poetry #meredith

Once you get everything you're looking for:
the self-fulfillment, the success, the money, the fancy stuff;
I bet you'll rest your head on your pillow
and you'll start seeing it all in hindsight:
the choice you made, the breakup, the leaving, the distance.
It will all become a never ending circle
repeating over and over again on your mind,
a ghost that will haunt you every night
a tormenting rush of jet-black regret and blame.
And my dear, only then you will truly ponder
what's worth a lifetime of achievement
if you won't have me anymore.

#review #poetry #meredith

Once you get everything you're looking for:
the self-fulfillment, the success, the money, the fancy stuff;
I bet you'll rest your head on your pillow
and you'll start seeing it all in hindsight:
the choice you made, the breakup, the leaving, the distance.
It will all become a never ending circle
repeating over and over again on your mind,
a ghost that will haunt you every night,
a tormenting rush of jet-black regret and blame.
And my dear, only then you will truly ponder
what's worth a lifetime of achievement
if you won't have me anymore.

#review #poetry #meredith