I’m everything at once and nothing at all. I’m the sky, I’m the stars, I’m the petals in the spring and the crimson leaves in the fall. I’m the azure waters of a town quaint and afar, I’m the cacophony of a city street buzzing with cars. I’m happiness, I’m sorrow, I’m yesterday, I’m tomorrow. I’m the dark that envelops the light, I’m the wrong stemming from rights. I’m everything, and I’m nothing.

I am In the martyrdom of a soldier In the collapse of power In everyday naps that bleed dreams and in houzzats of cricket. I am the season where leaves kiss the ground and I am in the sorrow of broken love, growing apart. In dives challenging gravity I am from cliffs, or from buildings. I’m the disappointment on faces and souls I’m in failures and flops And in everything bleak I’m in the step back you take when you get scared of life

you are poetry a lot of things have been written about you, it’s just not in a book it’s not like someone will come up to you someday and sing songs about you but there will be a lots of someones in your life who will write things to you…

let men cry feel express open up show pain let men be not strong enough not brave enough not fit enough not rich enough let men be weak vulnerable stressed anxious insecure let men know it will be okay they don’t have to suffer in silence we are listening no one has it figured out we will be there for them they can let it out show pain open up express feel cry This is a latest poem I wrote, I try to post my writings on Instagram (Amol Khugshal (@amolkhugshal) • Instagram photos and videos) but I’ve realized that isn’t worth it. I hope Medium is a better… medium.

This summer was cold. It had dull songs on repeat. Same three dresses cycling, same old shows on loop. It was afraid of anything new or exciting. It hated everything out of the ordinary. It was still stuck to last winter, and wanted to stay there. The cold night wind…