Nitish Singh
My dreams shattered
when they avowed their love for another.
I didn’t question it—
just smiled,
watching their eyes,
knowing it was the last time.
I cried.
Screamed.
Was left behind.
They moved like the wind.
All my efforts,
all my love,
began to rewind
through every memory.
And the question echoed:
Where didn’t I try?
I went quiet.
Muted every noise.
Then I realised—
I was obsessed with them.
I never asked
if they were truly happy.
It was my fault.
And their burden,
to be loved by me.
The pain stayed inside.
I tried to hide.
Said “I’m fine”
to anyone who asked.
Before, I lived in their emotions.
They were sad.
Now I’m sad—
and they’ve moved on
into someone else’s feelings.
But sadness is just an emotion.
You can smile,
seem happy,
and still suffer
deep inside.
Nitish’s poetry captures the quiet beauty of everyday life. His work is shaped by keen observation and a reflective inner world.