Point Nemo

 But first loves

Belong to the past. 

When fairy tales

Wrapped around the innocence 

Of forever ever after.

Kindled by sparks,

Blown by the Winds.

And when life happens,

All that is left 

Is the embers...

Ashes...

Cold blackened charcoals.

And yet here we are

Still believing 

In Phoenix.

That from ashes

They will return,

Burning...

Scourging...

Rekindling what's left.

But first loves 

Belong to the past.

They remain in the clocks 

Of forever not in present.

They flicker in a glimpse 

In the chasms of our lives.

But they will always be

Closer to space than land.

A Point Nemo

In a vast of mosaic emotions.

A hiraeth...

A nostalgia.

For All the Stars (I've Wished Upon)

Once upon a time,

A vast of labyrinth 

In the sky.

I wished upon a star 

So ephemeral,

But it was an epiphany 

In my heart.

My pristine heart

Found ebullience,

Like a limerence,

In the oblivion 

Of the dark...

Opalescence.

So again 

And again 

I wished on every twinkle,

On constellations,

And nebulae,

Orion and Equulei.

Oh! But Alas!

Each and everyone 

Fell.

To grant my wishes, 

My fervent prayers,

At night I spelled.

They left 

The heavens. 

Leaving my sky

Empty and barren.

As deep sense 

Of sonder, in me deepens.

Where have all

The Stars gone?

I wonder 

As I look up

And wished to see them

Again, one by one.

The Footnotes

 Inner peace is when they made you a villain in their own stories but you refused to be listed on the footnotes of their books.

That you choose to be at peace rather than battling over some petty and insignificant wars.

Because you know that your integrity weighs more than your reputation.

So let them write series of books about their twisted stories about you and just smile without giving a damn on their acknowledgements.

 But the truth is...

Even if you're good enough 

If you're not the one they are looking for...

You will never get to be chosen.