Sampreeta - Hello Poetry

The far away I go I look back and miss my home Not just the four walls I lived in But those wrong letters I drew. Where the pictures of my childhood hung And the place where I first stepped Home is where attachment lies And the memories reunite. Good or bad , the days we spent there Crawling on the ground to be sitting in a wheelchair The home saw so much I used to fall down and rose Those floors knew my step Those roof knew my aim I once built a dollhouse and called it a home Now that I'm old I know what makes a house a home.

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Jun 28, 2020

Jun 28, 2020 at 1:11 PM UTC

HOME

The far away I go I look back and miss my home Not just the four walls I lived in But those wrong letters I drew. Where the pictures of my childhood hung And the place where I first stepped Home is where attachment lies And the memories reunite. Good or bad , the days we spent there Crawling on the ground to be sitting in a wheelchair The home saw so much I used to fall down and rose Those floors knew my step Those roof knew my aim I once built a dollhouse and called it a home Now that I'm old I know what makes a house a home.

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I drowsed on the black floors Of my mind's whine despair Muddled in my dreams Persisting in fondled baggage Baggage of this cruel world Fragment of its insane voice Yet penetrated in my beaming world In those shades of deplored nights Hands sticked to each other Dark yet vivid it was The summer we met

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Dec 12, 2019

Dec 12, 2019 at 7:49 AM UTC

The summer we met

I drowsed on the black floors Of my mind's whine despair Muddled in my dreams Persisting in fondled baggage Baggage of this cruel world Fragment of its insane voice Yet penetrated in my beaming world In those shades of deplored nights Hands sticked to each other Dark yet vivid it was The summer we met

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My inner voice is speaking to me, telling me to give up On all the paranoid things that has been happening. Feels like I'm a feather Left upon to drop But the wind is stubborn not letting me to be in the place I'm supposed to. I'm struggling ,suffering But incapable. Incapable of being my own, And to be, where I should.

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Apr 27, 2019

Apr 27, 2019 at 12:12 PM UTC

Feels like im a feather, left upon to drop

My inner voice is speaking to me, telling me to give up On all the paranoid things that has been happening. Feels like I'm a feather Left upon to drop But the wind is stubborn not letting me to be in the place I'm supposed to. I'm struggling ,suffering But incapable. Incapable of being my own, And to be, where I should.

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Took me years to hold you around Assuring the best I could You merely counted that passion of mine. Demur of what all I devoted to you.

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Mar 27, 2019

Mar 27, 2019 at 8:49 AM UTC

It took me years

Took me years to hold you around Assuring the best I could You merely counted that passion of mine. Demur of what all I devoted to you.

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We all are somehow unhappy in love One way or the other We live in a generation where lust takes place instead of love. They say ‘Where there is love , there is pain’. But is it really love , when it gives you so much of pain? Love is an assorted feeling. That feeling which can be felt only by a few, those who realises it. And those who know how to bear it. Love doesn’t mean sacrifice, you only reach at a point, where you have to chose between leaving that person or to sacrifice something for him/her. Love gives you a blissful smile , a magical feeling. But the person who gives you pain and betrayal isn’t the right person for you. There are plenty of fish in the sea. Then why to run after the one who’s choking you? It’s rather difficult to find the right person, but waiting is a good answer to it. There’s always one made for you , Waiting eagerly.

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Mar 21, 2019

Mar 21, 2019 at 10:27 AM UTC

Unhappy in love

We all are somehow unhappy in love One way or the other We live in a generation where lust takes place instead of love. They say ‘Where there is love , there is pain’. But is it really love , when it gives you so much of pain? Love is an assorted feeling. That feeling which can be felt only by a few, those who realises it. And those who know how to bear it. Love doesn’t mean sacrifice, you only reach at a point, where you have to chose between leaving that person or to sacrifice something for him/her. Love gives you a blissful smile , a magical feeling. But the person who gives you pain and betrayal isn’t the right person for you. There are plenty of fish in the sea. Then why to run after the one who’s choking you? It’s rather difficult to find the right person, but waiting is a good answer to it. There’s always one made for you , Waiting eagerly.

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The fire is burning within me Unable to drawn out Unable to elude. It’s getting evil With all your annoyance. And I’m crying out loud Seeking for your presence, Part of me wants to destroy you And a part of me wants you back. I’m lost in the path of love, And no more halcyon. I’m screaming out your name thunderously In the desire of your presence. Retrieving all our boneheaded conversations Thinking what kind of squander I was doing. I’m preoccupied by telling myself Not to give you an opportunity To break my heart again. As I’m taken away from all your botheration towards me. Well ,There’s so much of me inside Which you left undiscovered. Perhaps you were never curious for me. And I was being the one running after you constantly. And keeping you firm with me. But now. I’m dying I’m hurt. While, You’re diligent in watering Someone else’s flower.

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Mar 20, 2019

Mar 20, 2019 at 11:45 AM UTC

The fire is burning within me

The fire is burning within me Unable to drawn out Unable to elude. It’s getting evil With all your annoyance. And I’m crying out loud Seeking for your presence, Part of me wants to destroy you And a part of me wants you back. I’m lost in the path of love, And no more halcyon. I’m screaming out your name thunderously In the desire of your presence. Retrieving all our boneheaded conversations Thinking what kind of squander I was doing. I’m preoccupied by telling myself Not to give you an opportunity To break my heart again. As I’m taken away from all your botheration towards me. Well ,There’s so much of me inside Which you left undiscovered. Perhaps you were never curious for me. And I was being the one running after you constantly. And keeping you firm with me. But now. I’m dying I’m hurt. While, You’re diligent in watering Someone else’s flower.

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That love which once made me feel comely like a petal. Is now the same love , bruising me with its thorns.

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Mar 1, 2019

Mar 1, 2019 at 2:04 PM UTC

That love!

That love which once made me feel comely like a petal. Is now the same love , bruising me with its thorns.

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Loved you when you were broke Eased you when you were sore. Existed through all the infliction To make you an addiction. Too solicitous to behold you Well that’s the path I’ve travelled through. Endured enough with utmost tolerance That I Can ever take your absence.

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Feb 23, 2019

Feb 23, 2019 at 12:27 PM UTC

Loved you when you were broke.

Loved you when you were broke Eased you when you were sore. Existed through all the infliction To make you an addiction. Too solicitous to behold you Well that’s the path I’ve travelled through. Endured enough with utmost tolerance That I Can ever take your absence.

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I’m so aroused By the love of yours. The love which makes me elated Every single day I witness you. I’ve kept you in my heart, Incessantly. I visualise you in my dreams As if I’ve endured every bit of it. No matter how distant or adjacent You’re to me. I’ll always be the one Loving you insanely and unconditionally.

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Feb 20, 2019

Feb 20, 2019 at 12:39 PM UTC

I’m aroused by your love.

I’m so aroused By the love of yours. The love which makes me elated Every single day I witness you. I’ve kept you in my heart, Incessantly. I visualise you in my dreams As if I’ve endured every bit of it. No matter how distant or adjacent You’re to me. I’ll always be the one Loving you insanely and unconditionally.

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Winter is leaving And the breeze has become lazy The frost is becoming lukewarm And The winter apparel’s are getting vacated, The closet is being revived. The birds are approaching, To their old habitation. And The bonfires are no more required To make us warm.

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Feb 16, 2019

Feb 16, 2019 at 1:30 PM UTC

Winter is leaving.

Winter is leaving And the breeze has become lazy The frost is becoming lukewarm And The winter apparel’s are getting vacated, The closet is being revived. The birds are approaching, To their old habitation. And The bonfires are no more required To make us warm.

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