Letters from Juliet;

- Mehak Bhatia

Hey. I know I don’t say this often enough, Or ever actually  But I do love you I really do. People around here get really hard to put up with… But you go on anyway You go on with your this fancy, intricate thought process unique to your mind, your universe. And each day you make by traveling on this darkened, monotonous road in search for light, in search for the skies, the fields and the mountains- You create your own lightening to be your companion You don’t let anyone hear the roars of thunder resounding in your head You don’t let them feel the tremors that shatter ground with each step You hold this beautiful havoc within  Not wrecking anything cause you know it already is You are your own concrete pillar to fall upon- Your own feathered cushion to shed tears on Your own mentor, your own critique , your own first love, your own raging enemy. You are the summation of all these layers of brilliance, of purity as true as the crushing pebbles beneath your feet You are the greatest wonder to be marvelled over You are all these things; Which is why you deserve to be loved By nobody greater than your own self Somedays,

I really hate you I’m not able to give you the showers of respect you deserve, And instead what rains down are hailstorms of ill treatment But know that I don’t mean it eventually, know that without you There’s no me, neither the good nor the bad  There’s just that empty road

Empty. You are the storm after the calm The grey skies that overpower the sunshine The waterfall that crushes the dam You are so so powerful in all your glory So don’t mask it beneath some false pretence of weakness and inability Don’t adapt yourself to be the seventh colour that makes up the light But be the black void of darkness you know you were meant to be  For you are just as intense, just as beautiful, as you are.