Some people are born with tornados in their lives,
but constellations in their eyes.
Other people are born with stars at their feet,
but their souls are lost at sea.
– Nikita Gill
Original Poetry

A Middle Eastern Sunrise


I felt you in the Eastern sunrise
just as I felt you in the Western sunset,
but you weren’t there.
I saw you in the overlapping mountain peaks
and in the layer of mist caressing the snow-capped tips,
but you still weren’t there.
I sensed you in the mid-winter breeze
as it lashed it’s claws onto my skin
but you weren’t there next to me.
How can one be everywhere
without being anywhere at all?
Original Poetry

Cosmic Laws


When I spoke of him, I always commented on
how empty his soul must have been
to rip through my heart with such callous ignorance.
But then I remembered that
darkness is the only way
one can catch a glimpse of the stars,
and despite the brutality of this blinding darkness
it never counteracts the incandescent blanket
which will always shine brighter.