The Power Of Our Hearts Poem by Aishwarya Balasubramanian

We carry people in our hearts
Their words, dreams and messy stories
Mingling with our own, into a grander painting

A subtle and difficult art, is living
For each other and more, for your own self
Unapologetically

Even after their departure, people remain with us
Their shapes, how they used to live, how they used to make us feel
Their quirks, habits, words they repeated, sounds they disliked, clothes they wanted to wear but never got the chance
Their absence triggers a flush of memories
We are never alone
In our remembering

Dust, wind, sunlight surround us
Outside and inside
We are made of matter and our Milky Way

We are stars which exploded in the past
The stars blinking back at us when our eyes travel backwards through space

Through gravity
Through time

We are the hope for our futures
We carry the responsibility of being stewards
To Earth, our home, blue planet of magic

No scientist can make me want a planet
More than I need Earth

And Earth is waiting
For us to come back home.