Abhishek Verma
2 min readFeb 24, 2020
Photo by Saad Chaudhry on Unsplash

I wish it upon a wishing star
to give my wish to me

I wish it, wish it, wish it

It just runs away from me

I run, run, run
towards oblivion in search of
my wish

My wish seems to have its own wish
It wishes me to wither into ashes

Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
I find myself

I leave the mortal self
of mine
in search of immortal truth

My truth may be a lie to you
But, your truth may not be so

Truth and lie
Cry side by side
On a lonely hill
With a withered tree

They try to get a

Whilst life seemed
Like cherry trees in full bloom
I find myself in endless autumn

Trying find the withered leaves
which took my memories away

I run, run, run,
But they are just gone away

I cry, I try,
But, all is in vain

Pain, pain, pain,
needs to be felt
Like a thunderstorm
in your heart
Burning it away

A thunderclap that
start from yours to mine
It shatters and
it doesn’t matter

I wish upon a wishing star
For me to matter to you
But, alas, this is a wish
And wishes don’t true.

Abhishek Verma is a researcher in the field of deep learning and artificial intelligence. He likes to write about the logical way of self-improvement. Spurred by emotions, he also likes to write poetry. Stay in touch by joining his newsletter. Follow him on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest and Mix.