Everything written in the stars,
Things that are so unsure under the lens of worry.
To let them heal, not burn the scars.
Still needs some time—not hurry.

Why what I absolutely despise,
What I'd never allow—never ever,
Popping in my mind as uncomfortable surprise.
How can my beliefs in living ever waver?

Why I must fix it right away,
Something I can't do, something couldn't be built.
How unfair it would be to silence myself when I have so much to say.
How vile it'd be if I leave them with guilt...

That's not my fate, not my destiny.
Then why my mind shows the glimpse?
Is this the result of burden or scrutiny?
That's not my decision, just mind's inadvisable whims.

To free the body from the soul,
To get lost in the wormhole.
Why are you being so morbid?
Go away, the pictures so horrid.

Like a toy existing in the room,
With the key in the rest... in peace.
Turn up the key again and again,
Toy out of the door into the darkness—rest in peace.

Hush, O mind, I really plead,
I adjure you by your unfinished dreams.
We'll stay, live, and even if delayed, succeed.
Don't you dare give in due to the screams.

Notions so disturbing, that you flash,
Mindset of preservation and annihilation both clash.
Your fears, the turmoil... I know, dear.
But you're allowed to disappoint—not disappear.

—Aditi Hayaran (Larkspur)