GyanmanjariPathak - Hello Poetry

Is it the poet or the poem- Whom to remember? The poem that touched hearts, Or the poet that made it do so?

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May 4

May 4, 2026 at 3:13 AM UTC

Is it the poet or the poem- Whom to remember? The poem that touched hearts, Or the poet that made it do so?

Deconstruct the constructed It’s a curse upon my eyes The enormous structures Mounted over my head, They block my sight. I see no moon, Nor the sunlight The beautiful clouds, fleeting They pass right above me, Yet I am blind. Blinded by dull buildings, I long for empty space For the sky, where it sees me, And I press my eyes To every drifting cloud, To every feather passing by. I want to see the lightning It does not frighten me. What does, is the structure nearby, Made for protection from rain. How funny- It has become the cause of pain. The rain, it healed me, These structures, made in vain. How deeply I long To feel the wind Unshaded, Untamed.

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May 3

May 3, 2026 at 2:25 PM UTC

A Skyless Horizon

Deconstruct the constructed It’s a curse upon my eyes The enormous structures Mounted over my head, They block my sight. I see no moon, Nor the sunlight The beautiful clouds, fleeting They pass right above me, Yet I am blind. Blinded by dull buildings, I long for empty space For the sky, where it sees me, And I press my eyes To every drifting cloud, To every feather passing by. I want to see the lightning It does not frighten me. What does, is the structure nearby, Made for protection from rain. How funny- It has become the cause of pain. The rain, it healed me, These structures, made in vain. How deeply I long To feel the wind Unshaded, Untamed.

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True, They say of love. For a sight of thee is all I long I long from dusk till dawn Your sound I carry on In my fragile heart Since the very day you sang a song In a plea my tears shatter For once then, and now- It's only you who matter. Forgotten have I myself Or have I remembered you for so long, In laughs, cries, and moments forlorn It's you , you, and you I mourn.

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Mar 8

Mar 8, 2026 at 12:23 AM UTC

For Thee Alone

True, They say of love. For a sight of thee is all I long I long from dusk till dawn Your sound I carry on In my fragile heart Since the very day you sang a song In a plea my tears shatter For once then, and now- It's only you who matter. Forgotten have I myself Or have I remembered you for so long, In laughs, cries, and moments forlorn It's you , you, and you I mourn.

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Today, Waking up felt different. I don't like summers yet felt resplendent, The old and ragged curtain Shaded brown and beige Filtered the harsh sunlight Into golden like bees, The slow fan dancing on the ceiling The calm air The end of despair My brown hair seems yellow My brown eye seems yellow My brown skin seems to shine My brown room seems divine

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Mar 7

Mar 7, 2026 at 11:32 PM UTC

My Little Brown Room

Today, Waking up felt different. I don't like summers yet felt resplendent, The old and ragged curtain Shaded brown and beige Filtered the harsh sunlight Into golden like bees, The slow fan dancing on the ceiling The calm air The end of despair My brown hair seems yellow My brown eye seems yellow My brown skin seems to shine My brown room seems divine

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Spent whole night Standing Looking at the Moon Clouds created hearts Lovingly Looking at me I waited for a hand Softly To touch my shoulder I would look around See You with deep green eyes Rain would fall on us Touching Our souls falling in love Suddenly clouds covered Moon Darkened My fantasy- it broke into tears You disappeared Miserably I got dispared

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Jan 11

Jan 11, 2026 at 1:27 AM UTC

The Deserted Waltz

Spent whole night Standing Looking at the Moon Clouds created hearts Lovingly Looking at me I waited for a hand Softly To touch my shoulder I would look around See You with deep green eyes Rain would fall on us Touching Our souls falling in love Suddenly clouds covered Moon Darkened My fantasy- it broke into tears You disappeared Miserably I got dispared

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Clouds! Hide the Sun Let the Moon rise May selenophiles celebrate tonight Let the Moon shine Grief! Hide the light Let the Darkness thrive For me and you to dive in a sweven Let magoa highlight There is an orphic lypopherenia in this mirk Let it grab my eunoia May sabaism be divine!

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Jan 11

Jan 11, 2026 at 1:17 AM UTC

Calling upon The Night

Clouds! Hide the Sun Let the Moon rise May selenophiles celebrate tonight Let the Moon shine Grief! Hide the light Let the Darkness thrive For me and you to dive in a sweven Let magoa highlight There is an orphic lypopherenia in this mirk Let it grab my eunoia May sabaism be divine!

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Thought, a simple one- What Is it all for? -The world, Me and you Why exactly? We're born. We live. We die. Then? Free again maybe? All of the grief, all of the pleasures. In the end it all turns to ashes. Why live a meaningless life that makes no difference to anything. The people we care for, shape our actions. Those people would die too so would we. When everything has to end, why make it up so complicated for every living being. We start from 0 and end at 0. Why this sorrowful journey in between?

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Jan 11

Jan 11, 2026 at 12:48 AM UTC

Nihilistic conflict

Thought, a simple one- What Is it all for? -The world, Me and you Why exactly? We're born. We live. We die. Then? Free again maybe? All of the grief, all of the pleasures. In the end it all turns to ashes. Why live a meaningless life that makes no difference to anything. The people we care for, shape our actions. Those people would die too so would we. When everything has to end, why make it up so complicated for every living being. We start from 0 and end at 0. Why this sorrowful journey in between?

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I don't actually know why I went there.. Eying the beautiful ivy sprinkle with rains With an untold grief, murmuring a miserable tale.. I felt something, turned around, And there was you. A smile on both faces. A sorrow in both hearts. It was the time to get apart. A short meet, a short story, Head full of questions Wanting to ask you and the fate- "Then why have we met?" Stealing your words, I ask - "So, you're finally departing!?" Stealing my tears, you cry - "Oh my dear!" The first and last feel of your hands grabbing mine , The impression of bitter and sweet wine , Marked the end and forever I whine

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Sep 4, 2025

Sep 4, 2025 at 10:38 PM UTC

If today was a poem

I don't actually know why I went there.. Eying the beautiful ivy sprinkle with rains With an untold grief, murmuring a miserable tale.. I felt something, turned around, And there was you. A smile on both faces. A sorrow in both hearts. It was the time to get apart. A short meet, a short story, Head full of questions Wanting to ask you and the fate- "Then why have we met?" Stealing your words, I ask - "So, you're finally departing!?" Stealing my tears, you cry - "Oh my dear!" The first and last feel of your hands grabbing mine , The impression of bitter and sweet wine , Marked the end and forever I whine

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I've cried all sunless mornings Trying to heal my soulless body Breathing my miserable fears Living in this dead world, Plucking the thorns of dried roses My bloodless hands red And my lifeless thoughts beautiful Someday a sun may rise My lightless mornings end Maybe my griefs someday fleet Maybe my scars someday fade Maybe we someday meet Maybe we stop to hate.

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Sep 4, 2025

Sep 4, 2025 at 8:55 PM UTC

Transfigured Moira

I've cried all sunless mornings Trying to heal my soulless body Breathing my miserable fears Living in this dead world, Plucking the thorns of dried roses My bloodless hands red And my lifeless thoughts beautiful Someday a sun may rise My lightless mornings end Maybe my griefs someday fleet Maybe my scars someday fade Maybe we someday meet Maybe we stop to hate.

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Staring at the deep blue sky But with not my deep blue eye And I still see it, oh my! Listening to the sharp thunder But with not my sharp ear And I don't believe I still hear! Sensing the lustrous moonlight But with not my lustrous skin And I still feel it in! Writing this beautiful poem But with not my beautiful hand And the poem's still not bland !

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Aug 7, 2025

Aug 7, 2025 at 10:26 AM UTC

In Uniqueness lies Beauty

Staring at the deep blue sky But with not my deep blue eye And I still see it, oh my! Listening to the sharp thunder But with not my sharp ear And I don't believe I still hear! Sensing the lustrous moonlight But with not my lustrous skin And I still feel it in! Writing this beautiful poem But with not my beautiful hand And the poem's still not bland !

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