Letters to the moon🌙

  The Cry, the Words, the Feelings — Wanting to Be Seen, Then Wanting to Disappear There’s a cry that rips out of you — not with sound, but with silence. The kind of cry that doesn’t echo off walls, but off the inside of your skull. The kind of cry that climbs past your throat, past your pride, and crashes into something bigger than you. The cry that makes its way to God. Because no one else hears it. No one else wants to. It’s the cry you let loose when you’re done pretending you’re okay. When you’ve already tried screaming into pillows, writing in journals, talking to walls — and none of it made a dent. So you look up. Or maybe not even. Maybe you just sit there, not looking anywhere, and still — something inside you begs. Begs for mercy. For understanding. For release. The cry that makes its way to God. Because you’ve stopped trying to make it to people. Because people disappoint. Because people ask what’s wrong, but flinch when you answer honestly. Because you...

POEMS I BLEED IN THE DARK NOT IN DAYLIGHT   There are things I’ve never said out loud — not because I didn’t want to, but because I didn’t know how. Some feelings are too heavy for conversation and too sharp for silence. So I did the only thing I could: I wrote them down. Not in daylight, where everything is too loud and too real, but in the quietest hours of the night — when the world is asleep and I can finally hear myself think, even when I wish I couldn’t. These poems weren’t written for beauty or structure. They weren’t made to be read. They just... happened.  Poured out of a mind that won’t stop spinning and a heart that’s forgotten how to feel without breaking. If you’re here, maybe you’ve bled quietly too. Maybe you’ve had nights where your thoughts kept you hostage. Maybe you’ve built a smile so well, no one noticed the cracks. These aren’t just poems. They’re pieces of the silence I’ve survived. Read them like secrets. Like confessions. Like echoes in a room no one e...

         Buried beneath the Silence I built myself  The weight of unspoken words left me with a night wrapped in silence. Silence — Strength or a Cage? People often say silence is strength,but sometimes,it is nothing more than the cage I built for myself . When Silence Becomes a Volcano The silence which is not always peace but the volcano of emotions in its own way . This silence isn’t peace — it’s a volcano holding its breath, waiting to erupt. On the outside, everything looks still — no shouting, no chaos, no visible cracks. But deep beneath that quiet surface, emotions churn like magma: anger, grief, resentment, fear. The longer it stays buried, the more dangerous it becomes. Because silence doesn’t always mean nothing’s wrong.  It wasn’t that I didn’t want to speak — it’s that I didn’t know how. The words lived in me like stones, too sharp to touch, too heavy to throw. So I stayed silent . Buried myself beneath them. And somewhere in the quiet, ...

A  Letter to the nights I could not sleep Sleepless nights   There are nights when silence grows louder than any noise in the world. Nights when the clock ticks endlessly, but time feels frozen. Nights when the heart is too heavy to rest, and the mind refuses to quiet down. This is a letter to those sleepless nights—the ones that drained me, but also shaped me. The Silence of Sleepless Nights Tired eyes, heavy heart Sleepless nights have their own kind of atmosphere. The world outside is still, but inside, thoughts race faster than the stars that move silently across the sky. It feels as though everyone else has drifted into a world of dreams, while I remain awake, facing the shadows of my mind. At first, these nights felt cruel. They reminded me of the weight of my worries, the questions with no answers, the fears I couldn’t voice in the daylight. But over time, I began to see that silence has a language of its own. It speaks in whispers, telling stories of patience, remindin...

                          A Letter to my younger self Dear younger me,  Even in the depths of pain, healing begin If I could go back in time, I’d hold your tiny hands and whisper, 'You were never alone. God was always there, watching over you.' You are gentler than you know and stronger than you’ve ever believed — and that’s exactly what makes you so beautifully you . I know you are scared sometimes but you are braver than you realise. I know when you sobbed all night and there is no one to hug you other than  yourself.     I know those times when you feel like a burden on everyone ,when you feel like you didn't deserve anything , but it's not like that , the one who created everything , the sovereign of both worlds--- GOD   has always loved you. 

                THE FIRST LETTER ✉️                                                                                             ''  SOME LETTERS ARE NEVER MEANT TO BE SENT, YET  THEY DESERVE TO BE WRITTEN''. WELCOME TO LETTERS TO THE MOON 🌙, This is my little corner of the universe where words travel like letters----some unsent, some addressed and some are written only to heal the heart...  I've  always felt that the moon holds a quiet kind of magic. It listens without judgement,it keeps secret in its glamorous light , it clearly depicts a sense of mystery in itself .   The letters that are written in midnight by the mysterious and unspoken thoughts in a beautiful mind.The letters--- not alw...