The Young Moments
The young moments you rush past are the ones shaping you in silence and this poem holds the ones you forgot to keep.
Vishwas Vaidya
The young moments you rush past are the ones shaping you in silence and this poem holds the ones you forgot to keep.
Song and dance hide the silences we fear most. What do you hear when the music fades?
Jailhouse rock isn’t about prison-it’s about the walls you let define you. Take the key.
Wherever you may go is not a promise-it’s a choice. This poem forces you to answer it.
Pain doesn’t wander-it leads. This piece follows the one you thought you left behind.
A temple on a hill is not a shrine-it’s a challenge. Step up and see if you leave changed or unchanged.
Coming back to life means choosing yourself again. Not everyone does. Will you?
Lips speak what words avoid. This poem reminds you how power hides behind the touch you refuse.
A comedy of colors doesn’t make you laugh-it makes you see and this piece shows the shades you’ve ignored.
