It's all about the pen that bleeds!❤️

  Let me sit beside you for a while, Walk with me, I’ll walk with you for a mile. Say it out loud, I’m all ears for you, Tell me what’s going on, I’ll help you through. You can hold my hand and share your fear, Talk to me just like you talk to yourself, my dear. Don’t doubt me, my friend, I understand that you feel so empty and hollow, Unlike the vicious world that gave you grief and sorrow. You’ll always have my hand to hold, you’ll always have my back and support, I’ll be your partner for life, don’t be scared to step up, I’ll be your escort. I am always there, inseparably with you, Close your eyes and listen—who are you hearing, too? If you look for me around, I’m the shadow you see on the ground, If you try to feel me, I’m the brain, mind, heart, and soul your body surrounds.                                             ~Aastha’s poetic pen Here are the poetic devices us...

Let it go and let it become a mindful memory for you, Let it go and let it become what it was meant to. Today or tomorrow, it had to become a memory you knew, Come out of the gone days and let your life continue. Your future is the limitless blue sky of hopes and aspirations, But your past is a dark, deep pitfall of gloom and limitations. The future is almost like a cool breeze; it holds dreams and passion, pushing you to wake up and encouraging you to do what’s right, Your past holds a collection of various memories, which may sometimes  not  let you leave your bed, and sometimes won’t let you sleep at night. Close your eyes and look back at the days gone by, and say, “Thanks for the lessons and for making me a better version.” Open your arms and feel the breeze coming, bringing you more memories to make, and say, “I am ready for yet another memory creation.”                                  ...

While my eyes were closed, I was on a plane about to land, When I opened them, I was in the classroom with a pen in my hand. I found myself in a boring lecture where I always yawn, Where did the plane go? I wonder and frown. Why does the announcement on the plane sound like the college bell? When did my holiday at home end? Am I already back in hell? Why do I only see those fake people around me? Where did the ones I love suddenly flee? Was I not traveling back to my home on a plane? Was I only roaming in my mind, lost in the thoughts I create in pain? “I can’t go back home so easily,” to myself, I scream, Yet I can't resist my mind taking me there, into the world of dreams. I just wonder how imagination took me from one place to another, And then, in no time, I open my eyes, and reality is what I suffer.                                    ~Aastha’s poetic pen Here are some of the poet...

  For a short-term gain, they forgot about the long-term friendship you built, They were okay with never seeing your face again and showed no sense of guilt.  They did something to wrench a long term friendship and hurt your emotions, The emotions that you thought would matter but they ignored your devotion.  They did something that you would never have done to an enemy or a stranger person, To save your feelings or even to save your long-term bond, they had no reason. They didn’t think twice before stepping out of the circle of you two, They never considered you special and they will hurt your expectations, you never knew.  Intentions are what matter at the end and not actions, You kept on falling for their actions but never dreamt that this would be the reaction.                                                 ~Aastha’s poetic pen Here are the poe...