The Night I Met My Future Self

By Aishwarya Thakur

Last night, my room was dark and cold,

No dreams, no peace, just thoughts untold.

The ticking clock, the window’s light,

And then, a shadow came that night.

A figure stood beside my bed,

With gentle eyes and words unsaid.

His face, so calm, so strangely known,

Like I was looking at my own.

He smiled a bit, his voice was deep,

He said, “Why do you never sleep?

Your heart is heavy, your mind’s not clear,

But don’t let pain be all you hear.”

“The world will hurt, the nights will cry,

But you must live, not ask why.

You’ll fall and break, you’ll bend, not end,

Just stand again, that’s how you mend.”

I asked, “Who are you? Why are you here?”

He said, “To show what you must hear.

I lost my way, I lost my sun,

But you can change what I had done.”

Before I spoke, he turned to go,

His glow grew soft, his steps turned slow.

He whispered, “Remember, don’t run away

Live for the light, not for the gray.”

And then he vanished into air,

Leaving his warmth and silence there.

I sat in awe, my heart confused,

Was it a dream? Or something true?

Morning came, the phone rang loud,

My mother’s scream tore through the cloud.

She said, “Your brother’s gone today,

He took his life, he lost his way.”

The world went numb, I couldn’t move,

The air grew still, my heart disapproved.

And then it struck, so sharp, so real,

Last night, that soul, it was him I feel.

He came to me before his end,

To make me learn, to make me bend.

He asked from God one final plea,

To save me from his destiny.

He looked like me, of course, he did,

We shared one face since we were kids.

Brothers are mirrors, souls that blend,

He came to teach before the end.

He left in pain but gave me grace,

I met my soul reflected in his face.

One last hug from beyond the grave.

Brothers are mirrors, death can’t divide,

He came to heal the pain inside.

Now every night when stars appear,

I feel his words, I feel him near.

And now this story is part of me,

His lessons guide who I will be.

From this day forth, I’ll live with care,

Brave, kind, and full of love to share.

I name this incident, bright and true,

“The Night I Met My Future Self”, my view.

By Aishwarya Thakur