Nishchal PS Poems

The mountain breathes,
a silvered crest, a whisper,
a secret folded in clouds.
It leans over the village,
...

Life-
happy?
I think so.
But who defines joy?
...

If you wait until the stars align,
You'll miss the moment, fall behind.

The clock won't stop, nor hold your hand,
...

Your smile
breaks the order of morning activities
a glitch in the algorithm of light.
...