I exist, I exist.

I may not be a sky full of stars,

Or the luminous glow of the full moon,

But I still exist,

I still am part of the crescent moon you barely see.

I may not be a raging wave,

Or the stunning reflection of the sunset,

But I still exist,

In the water that gently kisses the shore.

I may not be the petrichor that fills the air,

Nor the lightning strike that tears through clouds,

But I still rain,

Falling off the precipice of the grey sky.

I may not be an intriguing show,

I may not be the strength behind an emotion,

But I still feel,

And I still am a part of those.

I may not be the remarkable bridge of a song,

Or the chorus that persuades you to hum along,

But I still exist,

In the whispers of the fading outro.

I may not be your favourite book,

Or the compelling scent of the turning page,

But I still exist,

And my journal is a proof of that.

-Mauli Nautiyal