Poetry♥️

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For me-

Poetry is music,

And words are the beats,

On which my heart dance like a kid.

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Poetry is Words from the soul to the soul,

Irrespective of the gender or the caste or the religion in which they grow.

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Poetry is a feeling,

Language is just a standard,

To communicate with the restless hearts,

Wandering in the search of peace.

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Poetry is a glass of wine,

With every sip, I take out the trauma from the distressed mind.

With each sip I take, it solaces my psyche.

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Poetry is all of me filled with words,

It's the expression of my heart in those pieces and verse.

It's just like the blood running through my body,

Just the difference is- it bleeds on the piece of paper irrespective of the colour of its ink.

Sydän ♥️

Was it a distraction or destruction?

Being available for everyone,

Every time you filled their scars with your love,

What did you get in return?

Happiness or loneliness when it's your turn?

How do you feel for the hope you hoped for,

How you felt when disappointment waved love,

You know, it's difficult for you to accept it,

But, what's the meaning of life when things aren't messed a bit.

Does it hurts or your mind just goes numb,

When someone you love breaks you to the core?

Do you react or you prefer silence,

What makes you feel better when they treat you like a trinket- sunshine or darkness?

What will you do, when for the next time you see them?

Will you smile, will you hug or will you just ignore them like they never subsisted?

How will you feel if you will never be able to feel them again,

Will you keep growing or you will shatter yourself?

Will you answer me to every question I ask?

Or will you ignore me like every time, assuming me "the scrap"?

I want to know, I want to know because I don't want to get betrayed again,

How much will you break me in terms of listening to the brain?

You know I'm full of emotions yet you go for the brain,

I get weaker whenever you keep doing it again and again,

Speaking - Yours lovingly "sydän"(heart).