Power of Silence

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Love is Energy

“Its been more than a year, and I am still there, with everything you had left for me and with my wandering thoughts. I don’t know if you…”, he paused as he turned his gaze away from the dark gloomy sky, and saw an old saint standing behind him.

“The kind of emotion that burns you down is not love. Love is not an emotion, it is an energy that never gets destroyed, and this is what that makes it eternal. There are so many people who want to be loved, who deserve to be loved and who are worth your love. Don’t waste this energy for someone who can never earn it, go and pass it to someone who is worth it. Go where love is,” explained the old saint and left.

– Kritika Vashist

Another Day


Still, there’s another day,
to unfold the perspective,
hidden beneath your grief.
To chase the sun,
of laughter, you had forgot to see.
To unravel the philosophies,
of contentment, you once buried.

Still, there’s another day,
to fill your eyes with dreams,
That went down the watery grave.
To look at the moon and stars at night,
that teaches to shine in the darkness.
To ink your hand,
with words you love,
with meaning you find.

Still, there’s another day,
to drench yourself in the rain,
making you feel young again.
To look at the mirror,
telling you to meet yourself.

Still, there’s another day,
to know that you are a human,
and you do mistakes.
To know that pain is essential,
to realize the worth of pleasure
To give yourself a chance,
and breathe in a fresh air.

Still, there’s another day,
to forgive them for eyes,
they couldn’t see.
To forgive yourself for,
your voices you couldn’t hear.

– Kritika Vashist

Moon Outshines the Stars


“Moon outshines the stars,” he said, trying to look away.

I knew what he meant; I knew he was telling me my worth. The only thing he wanted was to stay away, unwillingly. He was afraid of this love, he was faint-hearted. He was petrified with fear, the kind of fear I never really figured out, and showed as if I didn’t mean anything to him. However, I was certain of his love for me, which, was beautifully weird and painful in its own ways. He was never confident about his love, his fears grew more than his love for me.

“Everything on this earth has its own potential and value. We can’t compare a fish to a whale, a stone to a rock, a leaf to a tree. We all are born with some potential and with that given talent we live our lives. Comparison creates negativity and might take away the confidence of the one who is being compared. A star in the sky has its own purpose and every single star knows its worth. You know, here the problem lies, before knowing the worth of something, we start judging them. Remember, the sky wouldn’t shine better without stars. Know the worth of a thing or a person before losing them. And remember that even though moon outshines stars, but every night moon wishes to be with stars. Stars fill the void, and it is how the sky looks beautiful,” I construed and walked away with a hope to see a new him.

– Kritika Vashist