Shambhavi - Hello Poetry

Like Harsringar flowers, my love never bloomed in daylight. It quietly opened its petals in the silence of night. Its tenderness glowed beneath the moon, but by dawn, exhausted from longing, it loosened itself from the branch and fell softly into devotion.

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7d ago

May 27, 2026 at 11:08 AM UTC

The Sorrow Flower

Like Harsringar flowers, my love never bloomed in daylight. It quietly opened its petals in the silence of night. Its tenderness glowed beneath the moon, but by dawn, exhausted from longing, it loosened itself from the branch and fell softly into devotion.

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Bio reads.. Baddie queen, owner of a human (My “female servant”) Entry? never the door! windows exist for a reason, and rules are for the owned. I doesn’t live here. I claim. Servant's house, my temporary kingdom. Her sofa, My throne. Her study room? My marble-floored spa. What I do for a living? I dip my entire face into a bowl of milk like elegance was never invited but I showed up anyway. Rubs my existence onto my servant’s clothes as if scent is a signature and I sign everything. Ate my servant's plants. Destroyed her creepers Yet she brings me food. I knew it, Im a diva, Im a goddess.

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Apr 19

Apr 19, 2026 at 3:53 PM UTC

What If My Furry Boss Had An Insta Id?

Bio reads.. Baddie queen, owner of a human (My “female servant”) Entry? never the door! windows exist for a reason, and rules are for the owned. I doesn’t live here. I claim. Servant's house, my temporary kingdom. Her sofa, My throne. Her study room? My marble-floored spa. What I do for a living? I dip my entire face into a bowl of milk like elegance was never invited but I showed up anyway. Rubs my existence onto my servant’s clothes as if scent is a signature and I sign everything. Ate my servant's plants. Destroyed her creepers Yet she brings me food. I knew it, Im a diva, Im a goddess.

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There’s a woman in my yard, settled like she belongs there, refusing to leave. She doesn’t call out watches me like unfinished things as the distance thins. Her shadow shortens until it reaches my door. "A knock" and when I open it, her shadow is already mine.

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Apr 13

Apr 13, 2026 at 8:22 AM UTC

A Woman In My Yard

There’s a woman in my yard, settled like she belongs there, refusing to leave. She doesn’t call out watches me like unfinished things as the distance thins. Her shadow shortens until it reaches my door. "A knock" and when I open it, her shadow is already mine.

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A hibiscus tree, blazing with red success. Eyes adored her bloom while fingers tugged at her stems, brushing past her leaves, unaware that, the leaves quietly gave up right beneath the bloom.

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Apr 6

Apr 6, 2026 at 3:30 PM UTC

HIBISCUS LEAVES

A hibiscus tree, blazing with red success. Eyes adored her bloom while fingers tugged at her stems, brushing past her leaves, unaware that, the leaves quietly gave up right beneath the bloom.

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Two ants.. one black, one red. We called the red ones bad for the way they fought back. They bit to be spared, leaving scars even after their death, while the black ones, were buried beneath us in silence.

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Mar 18

Mar 18, 2026 at 1:42 PM UTC

Hated For Fighting Back

Two ants.. one black, one red. We called the red ones bad for the way they fought back. They bit to be spared, leaving scars even after their death, while the black ones, were buried beneath us in silence.

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Day 1 – Ayodhya The monkeys in Ayodhya gave me a warm welcome by snatching my biscuits. But the darbar of Ram Lala gave me a peace that will stay with me forever. The Saryu River washed away all my tiredness. I didn’t want to take my feet out of the cold flowing water. The crowd at Hanuman Garhi made me feel a little dizzy, but when I finally saw Hanuman Ji, I couldn’t stop my tears. Day 2 – Prayagraj The deep Sangam of Ganga and Yamuna, where the unseen Saraswati, a river that no longer flows above the earth, is believed to join them, first looked a little scary. But after bathing there, it felt.. as if all my sins had been washed away. The Sleeping Hanuman temple near the river fascinated me. The flowers, the rivers, the air, everything felt perfectly in sync. Day 3 – The Longest Journey The morning aarti at Assi Ghat in Banaras, where I turned nineteen, is a sight that will never leave my memory. Its sound felt so refreshing. I celebrated my best birthday there. The holy Shakti Peeth of Vindhyachal Maa gave me the strength to never give up. Even now I feel more powerful, more ready to work harder. The hardest part of the trip was reaching the Kashi Vishwanath Temple, a temple shining with gold, standing strong for thousands of years. The mischievous monkeys snatched many offerings, but I somehow managed to save some. After escaping the crowded line, I finally worshipped Lord Shiva. A calm yet overwhelming feeling passed through me, something I had never felt before. At last we rushed to the station, and when I opened my eyes again, I found myself back in my city, Patna.

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Mar 13

Mar 13, 2026 at 4:23 AM UTC

A Blessed Trip

Day 1 – Ayodhya The monkeys in Ayodhya gave me a warm welcome by snatching my biscuits. But the darbar of Ram Lala gave me a peace that will stay with me forever. The Saryu River washed away all my tiredness. I didn’t want to take my feet out of the cold flowing water. The crowd at Hanuman Garhi made me feel a little dizzy, but when I finally saw Hanuman Ji, I couldn’t stop my tears. Day 2 – Prayagraj The deep Sangam of Ganga and Yamuna, where the unseen Saraswati, a river that no longer flows above the earth, is believed to join them, first looked a little scary. But after bathing there, it felt.. as if all my sins had been washed away. The Sleeping Hanuman temple near the river fascinated me. The flowers, the rivers, the air, everything felt perfectly in sync. Day 3 – The Longest Journey The morning aarti at Assi Ghat in Banaras, where I turned nineteen, is a sight that will never leave my memory. Its sound felt so refreshing. I celebrated my best birthday there. The holy Shakti Peeth of Vindhyachal Maa gave me the strength to never give up. Even now I feel more powerful, more ready to work harder. The hardest part of the trip was reaching the Kashi Vishwanath Temple, a temple shining with gold, standing strong for thousands of years. The mischievous monkeys snatched many offerings, but I somehow managed to save some. After escaping the crowded line, I finally worshipped Lord Shiva. A calm yet overwhelming feeling passed through me, something I had never felt before. At last we rushed to the station, and when I opened my eyes again, I found myself back in my city, Patna.

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Waiting for your colours, I stood dressed in white. You came with vibrant hands, pink resting softly on my cheeks, yellow tangled in my hair. You made my white dress slowly turn red, our giggles echoing in the air. I coloured you with green, hoping we both would bloom like flowers. But then you poured the deepest blue upon my face, a shade so heavy it silenced every other colour. Your blue stained my white dress, and when I tried to rub your colours away, only red remained on my cheeks.., not your love, but the scars of your betrayal.

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Mar 5

Mar 5, 2026 at 1:06 PM UTC

The Festival Of Colours

Waiting for your colours, I stood dressed in white. You came with vibrant hands, pink resting softly on my cheeks, yellow tangled in my hair. You made my white dress slowly turn red, our giggles echoing in the air. I coloured you with green, hoping we both would bloom like flowers. But then you poured the deepest blue upon my face, a shade so heavy it silenced every other colour. Your blue stained my white dress, and when I tried to rub your colours away, only red remained on my cheeks.., not your love, but the scars of your betrayal.

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I stand where, the fire and water meet, I stand where, the sunset and moonlight greet. I stand where I’m unsure… am I drowning or burning? I stand where, my body holds a silent frost, yet I promise myself!! I will stand where, it will evaporate loud by my sweat.

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Feb 25

Feb 25, 2026 at 3:34 PM UTC

Balancing Myself

I stand where, the fire and water meet, I stand where, the sunset and moonlight greet. I stand where I’m unsure… am I drowning or burning? I stand where, my body holds a silent frost, yet I promise myself!! I will stand where, it will evaporate loud by my sweat.

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To Nat Lipstadt, Thank you for writing about me. I never expected someone with such vast poetic experience to notice my words.. I still feel like a dust particle in the storm of your poetry, a small flame appreciated by a volcano. It truly meant a lot to me. And yes...your poetry has officially made me a dictionary addict. I’m grateful for your kindness and encouragement.

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Feb 24

Feb 24, 2026 at 1:10 PM UTC

Thank you..

To Nat Lipstadt, Thank you for writing about me. I never expected someone with such vast poetic experience to notice my words.. I still feel like a dust particle in the storm of your poetry, a small flame appreciated by a volcano. It truly meant a lot to me. And yes...your poetry has officially made me a dictionary addict. I’m grateful for your kindness and encouragement.

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The bright light of the sun falls on me. The cool wind touches my skin, while the shadow behind me is growing too light. My body is becoming translucent. Dust flowing with the wind is pricking my eyes, but they are no longer tearing, because my eyes are tired of crying. The light grows brighter, the wind is turning wild, either the light will pass through me, or I will lose myself in the storm.

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Feb 23

Feb 23, 2026 at 1:54 PM UTC

Realisation

The bright light of the sun falls on me. The cool wind touches my skin, while the shadow behind me is growing too light. My body is becoming translucent. Dust flowing with the wind is pricking my eyes, but they are no longer tearing, because my eyes are tired of crying. The light grows brighter, the wind is turning wild, either the light will pass through me, or I will lose myself in the storm.

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