That's how I fade from my notebook,

Thus it flows, in verses, I see myself wrapped within,
A fading shadow, I watched myself dim and thin.
I poured my whole self into a piece of writing,
Spoke even what I never meant to be saying.

All my words, perhaps, were a mistake,
Who would read them, I never knew, for whose sake.
I walked on, never turning to see my shade,
In what trance I was, from myself I strayed.

At which turn did I lose myself, I can't tell,
Everyone spoke the truth, so I wrote it as well.
Today, I was lost in my own words, a sea,
Who were they, who truly read me?

Did anyone ever wish to write to me, too?
So I don't fade from memory, I ask of you—
Write me again, recreate me from your heart,
So I may live again, never to depart.

Not just today, I want to write tomorrow as well,
Before I fade, I long to write you and myself—
On one page, together, our stories to tell.

– Goldi Mishra