Be still my beating heart. This came at the perfect time for me. It's been almost a year since I lost my Aunt to Cancer after a 2 week battle. September is always a hard time because so many relatives (12) died in this month. Thank you for assisting in my healing.
This is the most beautiful and touching observation of loss. I wish I could listen to these words for hours. I wish I had the ability to turn thoughts, pain, and experience into beautiful prose in this way. ❤️❤️ I haven't been able to leave the graveyard yet.
I am a little worried about the poetic world as poetry has slowly lost its connecting, inspiring and imaginative glue, but then here and there, there and here I find some breathes still alive when I read/listen to people like you. May Almighty bless you with all that is needed in this world which is a bit corrupted, a bit polluted, but it still provides in with those best possible scenic views.
It is not too often that a human being can experience something, anything at all throughout the spectrum of human emotions, and immediately realize that he or she has been changed forever. That realization usually comes as an afterthought some time later.
You are a guide from beyond. Creation created you with its magic to let the world know about her beauty. As I was listening again, I wonder how she rejoices on hearing your words... She must be celebrating💝💝
"Into a white abyss of nothingness." That was the line that really stuck with me. I loved the energy and vibe you created here and the visuals really drove it all home
Omg! This is so amazing that I'm spellbound and actually lost for words. Would dedicate it to the person I loved and lost forever. This is just so beautiful Nikita. ♥️
This is such an amazing poem❤️ Something so beautiful 💜 You write such nice stuff🌼 Science , love and all your emotions combined 💕You talk about the stars but let me say you are a star too..!!❤️ Keep writing ,keep inspiring!🌼
"The day you left, I forgot how to write..." My reality about this phrase is when I decided to let him go and he's completely gone in my life. I forgot how to arrange my words to form a sentence because I don't know how to feel the letters using happiness. Because when I finally let him go, I became happy and free, but I lost my ability to write.
The day you left, I began to read space theories. I read about why the earth goes around the sun, about the solar system slowly collapsing into itself, about black holes and supernovas. But the truth is, the more I read about the universe, the more they began to blend together into a pastiche of you, of me, of us. This isn’t about spirituality, understand. This isn’t about how ‘it wasn’t in the stars’ and ‘I wish I had loved you like the earth loves the sun’. I have already written those poems for you and the image of you walking away from a home that was once ours, helped me understand that there is no romance in the way a star collapses. It is ugly to watch a thing of beauty turn on itself. The day you left, I learnt that some black holes roam at a nine hundred miles an hour searching for things to absorb into their abyss - entire planets like ours, entire solar systems have disappeared into their shark like mouths. And I found you shaped like a black hole the first night I had to sleep without you and tried to reach for you. It sucked me in, into its graveyard of stars leaving me there for no one to find. It took me three days to find my way back, to leave our bed, to call my mother back and try to explain where I have been. I lost her, as I would lose anyone between empty explanations of black holes and supernovas. The day you left, I forgot how to write. I forgot the way it feels to feel my fingers wrap around a pen and pour emotions in black ink into a white abyss of nothingness - filling it with words so that it doesn’t seem so empty…so terrifyingly alone. Do you remember my fear of wide open blank spaces, both dark and light? You told me that blank white nothingness is what it feels like to be at the centre of a star just as it is falling apart. I’m so sorry I didn’t believe you. I am there now, and I know you weren’t lying. The day you left, I realised you were a rouge planet. That you didn’t orbit around anyone or anything. That you had no solar system and you found your way into mine, into my orbit, to stay with me just for a little while. I couldn’t keep you. You weren’t meant to be a part of me. Our love was like the sun, ninety-nine percent of this solar system, but not nearly enough to keep you. Some things are more beautiful because they don’t belong to anyone or anything. That is how I would like to remember you. As something too wild for me to keep, rather than a thing that threw the sun away. The day you left, I read that the earth once upon a time may have had a second moon. That the moon we see today was created by the collision between the two. It helps me realise that sometimes, there is beauty in destruction. It helps me realise that sometimes the most beautiful things are built from accidents or collisions. And that is where I will leave our love. On an oasis between supernova and a black hole, a safe place lost between the two. “
Be still my beating heart. This came at the perfect time for me. It's been almost a year since I lost my Aunt to Cancer after a 2 week battle. September is always a hard time because so many relatives (12) died in this month. Thank you for assisting in my healing.
Nikita your writing is also a thing of beauty. Ty, I so appreciate you
This is the most beautiful and touching observation of loss. I wish I could listen to these words for hours. I wish I had the ability to turn thoughts, pain, and experience into beautiful prose in this way. ❤️❤️
I haven't been able to leave the graveyard yet.
I am a little worried about the poetic world as poetry has slowly lost its connecting, inspiring and imaginative glue, but then here and there, there and here I find some breathes still alive when I read/listen to people like you. May Almighty bless you with all that is needed in this world which is a bit corrupted, a bit polluted, but it still provides in with those best possible scenic views.
👌👌❤️😘😇
Nice :)
It is not too often that a human being can experience something, anything at all throughout the spectrum of human emotions, and immediately realize that he or she has been changed forever. That realization usually comes as an afterthought some time later.
Nikita gill. I just love each and every poems of yours. You are magic. 😍
You are a guide from beyond. Creation created you with its magic to let the world know about her beauty. As I was listening again, I wonder how she rejoices on hearing your words...
She must be celebrating💝💝
Do you remember when eye made you?
This is amazing! ❤️❤️ you’re poetry never fails to make me pause and reflect in awe at the power of your words
This describes my life for the last year.
I love you so much. I feel you are a piece of my heart lives outside my body who feels exactly the way I feel. Thank You my heart. ❤️
this is so beautiful. thank you.
"Into a white abyss of nothingness." That was the line that really stuck with me. I loved the energy and vibe you created here and the visuals really drove it all home
I absolutely love this poem, kudos!
Such a masterpiece ❤ love from brazil 😍
Such great imagery, melody along with your descriptive words 🙌🏽
Omg! This is so amazing that I'm spellbound and actually lost for words. Would dedicate it to the person I loved and lost forever. This is just so beautiful Nikita. ♥️
This is such an amazing poem❤️ Something so beautiful 💜 You write such nice stuff🌼 Science , love and all your emotions combined 💕You talk about the stars but let me say you are a star too..!!❤️
Keep writing ,keep inspiring!🌼
Beautiful Nikita...#MikeJohnsonJazz
This makes me speechless it is so perfect much appreciated i helps me get over my ex Thank you so much for this masterpiece Respect!❤
"The day you left, I forgot how to write..." My reality about this phrase is when I decided to let him go and he's completely gone in my life. I forgot how to arrange my words to form a sentence because I don't know how to feel the letters using happiness. Because when I finally let him go, I became happy and free, but I lost my ability to write.
Nice :)
I feel like the rouge planet
I request you to upload the poem temporary and permanent . Pleasee...
Dear I really miss your poem... Give me more :(
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The day you left, I began to read space theories. I read about why the earth goes around the sun, about the solar system slowly collapsing into itself, about black holes and supernovas. But the truth is, the more I read about the universe, the more they began to blend together into a pastiche of you, of me, of us. This isn’t about spirituality, understand. This isn’t about how ‘it wasn’t in the stars’ and ‘I wish I had loved you like the earth loves the sun’. I have already written those poems for you and the image of you walking away from a home that was once ours, helped me understand that there is no romance in the way a star collapses. It is ugly to watch a thing of beauty turn on itself.
The day you left, I learnt that some black holes roam at a nine hundred miles an hour searching for things to absorb into their abyss - entire planets like ours, entire solar systems have disappeared into their shark like mouths. And I found you shaped like a black hole the first night I had to sleep without you and tried to reach for you. It sucked me in, into its graveyard of stars leaving me there for no one to find. It took me three days to find my way back, to leave our bed, to call my mother back and try to explain where I have been. I lost her, as I would lose anyone between empty explanations of black holes and supernovas.
The day you left, I forgot how to write. I forgot the way it feels to feel my fingers wrap around a pen and pour emotions in black ink into a white abyss of nothingness - filling it with words so that it doesn’t seem so empty…so terrifyingly alone. Do you remember my fear of wide open blank spaces, both dark and light? You told me that blank white nothingness is what it feels like to be at the centre of a star just as it is falling apart. I’m so sorry I didn’t believe you. I am there now, and I know you weren’t lying.
The day you left, I realised you were a rouge planet. That you didn’t orbit around anyone or anything. That you had no solar system and you found your way into mine, into my orbit, to stay with me just for a little while. I couldn’t keep you. You weren’t meant to be a part of me. Our love was like the sun, ninety-nine percent of this solar system, but not nearly enough to keep you. Some things are more beautiful because they don’t belong to anyone or anything. That is how I would like to remember you. As something too wild for me to keep, rather than a thing that threw the sun away.
The day you left, I read that the earth once upon a time may have had a second moon. That the moon we see today was created by the collision between the two. It helps me realise that sometimes, there is beauty in destruction. It helps me realise that sometimes the most beautiful things are built from accidents or collisions. And that is where I will leave our love. On an oasis between supernova and a black hole, a safe place lost between the two. “
I don't know is it possible or not. But is there anyway to contact you ?
You don,t have even a single dislike for the videos you uploaded until .......:-) .....Anyways Thanks for all these inspirational videos