The world feels like it hides its poems
In every corner I roam, each silence I own.
Sunlight leaks through stubborn curtains, slow,
A quiet warmth only tired hearts know.
Steam from my cup curls in soft release,
Like captive wishes rising toward peace.
Passing windows borrow my reflection for a beat,
Showing me the version of the girl others meet.
A message arrives for no reason today,
A small proof I drift through someone’s day.
Clouds bend their shapes to echo my mood,
The sky rewriting what I never could.
My handwriting shifts as the page goes down,
Soft tremors of thoughts wandering around.
And when a stray breeze pulls my earphone away,
It’s the universe saying, “Hear me, today”
Maybe the world was never silent or cold,
I was just learning the language it told.
About the Author:
Siya Jain is a 16-year-old student from India who first began writing poetry to ease her mind, and slowly found a love for it.
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