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More about Lavanya : A freelance writer in her own world. She believes that the golden castle of words to be her permanent home. A metronomic who finds poetry in every person. Talking to people and moving in the outside world helps you learn more. A proud daughter of the glorious mother Bharat Mata. Lover of the devnagiri language. Wish to do more before dying.REWRITING MY FAULTY STARS:I wouldn't say Goodbye with you was hard, As I am still lying on the ground of your memories. I wouldn't blame the Stars for this, As I Deserved this punishment. Oh Darling! My heart throbs in pain, For the Amount of Blood that went with you;My throat sores in numbness, For it's the Vessel storing your emotions;There is a Pant in my Lungs, For you took away a huge volume of it's air;The bloody Ink of my Pen Refuses to write further, Because it knows that you are not going to read this poem. I tried to explain it to you, But you turned into a vaccum. You were drowning in the Ocean of your hollowness, Discarding the Dribbles of Love I filled you with! The days are seemingly bright, There is a flickering light, Yet I feel no changeAs the Braille of my Life is no more in sight;The voices of people tangoes in the wind, They try to talk to me, But I am not able to understand anything, Because nobody knows the sign language That you used for talking to me! You used to row the boatIn the River of our Love;But the silly me destroyed itWith the woods of uncertainty. Now that you are gone, How I wish I could rewrite my starsHow I wish I could rewrite my stars!! Not because I want you back, But because I could travel back in timeTo prevent the fate that made us meet;Knowing that you are too far from my league. I am punished darling, I am punished!But still I would always Wish for your happiness, For you truly deserved it.This poem would be alive as long as I breathe, And for the love you once had, And if at all you read this poem, Please bury it in the sands of my grave, Or burn it in the funeral pyre of my body;For let you know that i never found love after you. If at all i meet the shooting star, I would just ask If I could ever rewrite my faulty stars? ©Lavanya