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What's gone is gone,

What's yours will come to you,

Don't chase what's not yours,

Don't leave without for what you have come through.

The flower you see daily,

That beautiful flower

Yeah, it blooms

Then it blossoms.

But you know,

Withering is not so far

You know that the wind and storm won't stop-

For that one beautiful flower.

It will have to live with the suffering

And it will have to die when it's time.

Now consider the flowers you 

And its cycle is your life

It's not just you suffering everything,

There are other couple billion flowers

Miseries aren't going anywhere,

They are part of our lives,

Being heavy on yourself won't solve your mess,

So, for the sake of the forgotten past

And for the bet of your future

Let it go

Accept your life

Moon🖤

Flawsome yet beautiful

Looks like a defination of perfect,

Isn't it? 

That's what the moon taught me.

That every Beauty comes with flaws

No one is born flawless

Or no one can ever be flawless

There's always a loophole

in a person

to reach their demons.

There's always a darkness

inside a person

And there's always a trigger to pull.

I don't even get it,

Why do peoples even fight to be perfect

When they already are

When all they have to do is

accept their flaws

and work on them,

Because flaws can be improved but cannot be vanished.

Because there will always be a mark left of their past

Because past is something you can never escape.

(part 1)

I play with words💙

I play with words,

Not because I love to 

But I play with words 

Because they want to be played.

They just don't want me to arrange them

They want me to understand.

Understand what they are meant 

Not just the meaning of those letters arranged in the form which makes them 

But the meaning which tells what the words feel.

I usually wonder, if the words feel?

And if they do then how do they feel? 

I want to know,

For once I want to be them,

Just to understand what they really mean.

I wonder, just like humans even if they feel bad

When they are placed where they are not meant to be.

But they stay quiet,

They stay quiet because they care about the words they are arranged with.

Because what if they protest and the writer runs the ink over all of them.

What if they don't want to be Selfish.

One thing I learned,

From the words and their world,

Unlike humans they are united.

They create, they unite

toghether they form their own sunshine

They shine with their meanings

It makes me imagine such world of humans.

I wonder sometimes,

How beautiful it will be if humans unite.

Dissert, I said that "I Wonder".

Because who I am to order.

Unsolved Mystery ✨

Tell me how it works

Am I Okay or it hurts

I don't know what I feel 

Please help me or I'll burn

Some fire don't burn your skin

Sometimes they cannot be seen

But it hurts, you know that.

And it hurts really bad, but you never speak about that.

Oh! tell me me, how it works

Am I okay or it hurts.

They say, medicines will heal,

Even without knowing where actually the pain is.

I don't know how the medicines will heal

Because the cuts are deeper but cannot be seen.

And then they say, it's all in your mind.

Then Why the torment I feel is in my heart, somewhere deep? 

I don't know who is right, maybe it hurts or it's all in my mind.

Someone please help me and tell me how it works.

Am I okay or it really hurts.

I don't know what I feel.

I can't help it but I want to scream.

I'm begging for help but I know no one will come 

Because the grief I have suffered, they troll it for fun.

So, this is how this mystery will last.

And I'll never know what was that feeling all long and it will stay the unsolved mystery forever.

Traveller✨

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I asked her, how she felt

With drowning water, was she dwelled?

With everyone around, was she one of them?

Behind her glorious eyes, was she hiding any pain?

With a smiling face, did she really smiled?

With a deadly soul, why she was even alive?

I asked her once again, is she really alive or is possessed by her fears?

She smiled at me with teary eyes;

She came close to me and hugged me tight.

I questioned her twice or thrice,

Was she really fine or sorrow has drenched her life?

•~•

Well, I am not at all interested in swallowing the pain, 

I would rather choose to die than this agonizing slow death.

Hope is what has gathered my strength,

The part of me still wants her best,

Even I want my life with no stress and grief, she said.

•~•

I cleared my throat but failed to enunciate.

She thanked me politely and waved me goodbye.

I stopped her to ask who she really was?

Hearing my question "traveller" she said.

Yes, maybe she was "traveller", travelling in search of a happy life or maybe peaceful death.

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).

I knew Love exists!

It made me scream with a gash,

When someone kept asking me the notion of love.

How do I explain that it’s not at all easy to elucidate! 

Because we love who we love even if they drip us apart.

Little by little, they imprint the mark and then leaves us alone to fill the pang. 

We still reap up, we gather the broken pieces of our heart.

No complaints, we just sustain, that’s what the peoples in love do, they say.

I just smile and smile because I know there is no strategy to demystify that it’s not fortunate for them.

I knew love exists when they refuse to heed everything, opposing their love which is still killing them.

They clasp our hand saying they will never leave. 

They promise us to hold it until their last breath.

What happens to that hand when the time passes by. 

How does the hand with full of grip start freeing the clasp?

It commences leaving our hand slowly and slowly just like the sea sand from someone’s hand.

But then you say that everything needs time, some dilemmas will mend with passing time.

How should I decipher that the time has taken off!

They are not the same who once sworn to never leave your hand.

I saw all this but again I failed to demystify that the love they are waiting for is now never coming back.

I knew love exists when they waited for that one person from so long, and many of them are still waiting for that person who never showed up.

Sometimes... 💕

I felt the pain stabbing my heart with millions of memories.... memories of the people who  once taught me The  phenomena of forever and then I saw them  forgetting what they taught ...

I was sitting on a  bench on a dark night gazing the stars,  feeling lonely yet filled with  thousands of thoughts dancing around me scaring me with their existence... 

I closed my eyes took a deep breath and then just wrapped my hand  around my arms...  Pretty scared and lonely enough for the tears to roll  down from my eyes  through my cheeks giving me the awkward cold feeling which made me scare a little more...

Once again I just took a deep breath,  this time heartbeats  beating a little more faster than usual..  this time I tighten my grip around my arms a little more..  I gazed at those twinkling stars telling me that they are lonely yet happy..  telling me it's ok to walk alone  than walking with the people who don't even trust their own Shadows.. 

Stars signed me with the twinkle  that this is what life actually is...  teaching me that sometimes life will break you from the bottom to the edge...  maybe not every time but most often you will have to hug  yourself a little tighter..  Calming yourself... explaining your own soul that.. not every time everyone will be there around you to hold you..to take care of you...to tell you that everything will be fine...sometimes you will have to do it by yourself.. 

Arrows🏹

Who knows how long is forever. 

What if I die tomorrow. 

My heart hurt with arrow. 

Arrows which are made of sorrow. 

Attacked  by someone in a row. 

With intension  to overgrow. 

Am I a tree that falls by Windthrow?

No ,I will tackle it like a pro.

Assuming every arrow thrown was misthrow.