VARSHINI97 - Hello Poetry

The familiar path We used to walk The dumb stories We used to talk — They never changed Running in your White canvas Soaked in mud, As I chased you Like a little spud. Till the sunset’s cover— Stood still in time Between those little flowers we picked up, To the corsages you made— We grew up. Your canvas turned to shiny loafers, And from chasing you, To walking down to you — This feels timeless. But this is not just till The sunset’s cover — But beyond, for Every sunrise With my lover On our familiar path, Honey, Now let’s walk home.

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Jul 22, 2025

Jul 22, 2025 at 1:11 PM UTC

VARSHINI97

Let’s walk home

The familiar path We used to walk The dumb stories We used to talk — They never changed Running in your White canvas Soaked in mud, As I chased you Like a little spud. Till the sunset’s cover— Stood still in time Between those little flowers we picked up, To the corsages you made— We grew up. Your canvas turned to shiny loafers, And from chasing you, To walking down to you — This feels timeless. But this is not just till The sunset’s cover — But beyond, for Every sunrise With my lover On our familiar path, Honey, Now let’s walk home.

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When it’s time to leave, I feel no desire. I have no regrets — no remorse, no love, no pain. I let my body feel numb in the coldness, as I curl into myself along the shore. when the waves fetch me, I want to open my eyes and see the blue ocean fading darker as I sink deeper. But this is not the darkness I fear — but the darkness I dare. And in the end, when I see light, I know I’ve reached the shore — the heaven.

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Jul 8, 2025

Jul 8, 2025 at 6:06 PM UTC

VARSHINI97

The Shore

When it’s time to leave, I feel no desire. I have no regrets — no remorse, no love, no pain. I let my body feel numb in the coldness, as I curl into myself along the shore. when the waves fetch me, I want to open my eyes and see the blue ocean fading darker as I sink deeper. But this is not the darkness I fear — but the darkness I dare. And in the end, when I see light, I know I’ve reached the shore — the heaven.

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I look around and wonder Why am I forced into this scripted realm ? Why do I have to fit in Some timeless motif My disproportionate desires, Makes me a misfit here. All I want to do is chase the bizarre dreams my heart longs for, and go far— far away from all this realm. I wonder, if I can be in my own Quiet constellation— Where nothing is etched in order. Where music hits my heart and I can dance, sing along — and just live. But i’m stuck here Sinking in this chaos— Not living. Just breathing.

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Jul 3, 2025

Jul 3, 2025 at 10:59 AM UTC

VARSHINI97

I wonder

I look around and wonder Why am I forced into this scripted realm ? Why do I have to fit in Some timeless motif My disproportionate desires, Makes me a misfit here. All I want to do is chase the bizarre dreams my heart longs for, and go far— far away from all this realm. I wonder, if I can be in my own Quiet constellation— Where nothing is etched in order. Where music hits my heart and I can dance, sing along — and just live. But i’m stuck here Sinking in this chaos— Not living. Just breathing.

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I hoped it would happen — me and you. I walked down, hoping to get a glimpse of you in that pink hue. When I saw you, my heartbeat skipped a few. But why do I feel so alone , though I stand next to you? What is holding us back — is it me, or is it you? Yet again, a forever quietly became a goodbye — You.

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Jul 2, 2025

Jul 2, 2025 at 2:11 AM UTC

VARSHINI97

Goodbye you

I hoped it would happen — me and you. I walked down, hoping to get a glimpse of you in that pink hue. When I saw you, my heartbeat skipped a few. But why do I feel so alone , though I stand next to you? What is holding us back — is it me, or is it you? Yet again, a forever quietly became a goodbye — You.

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I’m afraid of new connections, And losing old ones. Let my life be the same — It might be boring, But it’s mine. No newness can match The calmness it gives, The thrill it has, And the comfort it holds. In the world of Newness every day, I would hold on to Old ones. I want this calm to last.

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Jul 1, 2025

Jul 1, 2025 at 4:05 PM UTC

VARSHINI97

Newness

I’m afraid of new connections, And losing old ones. Let my life be the same — It might be boring, But it’s mine. No newness can match The calmness it gives, The thrill it has, And the comfort it holds. In the world of Newness every day, I would hold on to Old ones. I want this calm to last.

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I wanna walk around Show you places that i love Tell you stories that i got And show you how happy i feel To have you here. But in the middle If i become quite Remember There was once a girl— Who lived and loved here She is trying to— Live and love again And if you stay You might bring her back Again.

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Jun 28, 2025

Jun 28, 2025 at 1:50 PM UTC

VARSHINI97

A Place i used to love

I wanna walk around Show you places that i love Tell you stories that i got And show you how happy i feel To have you here. But in the middle If i become quite Remember There was once a girl— Who lived and loved here She is trying to— Live and love again And if you stay You might bring her back Again.

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I wrapped my heart in paper And carried it home today It was bleeding— I tried to stop It was broken— I tried a fix to hold it whole But nothing could I tried to put it back And found no soul I wrapped it again In the same worn paper And left it out to freeze A gentle gaze found it Didn't try to mend it Just stayed with it to heal As time went by The bleeding ceased And cracks closed A warmth held it all together What began with a broken heart bouquet Now looks beautiful.

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Jun 27, 2025

Jun 27, 2025 at 2:35 PM UTC

VARSHINI97

Broken heart bouquet

I wrapped my heart in paper And carried it home today It was bleeding— I tried to stop It was broken— I tried a fix to hold it whole But nothing could I tried to put it back And found no soul I wrapped it again In the same worn paper And left it out to freeze A gentle gaze found it Didn't try to mend it Just stayed with it to heal As time went by The bleeding ceased And cracks closed A warmth held it all together What began with a broken heart bouquet Now looks beautiful.

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I ghost people at times I cannot assure To stay in right mind all the time. I cannot pretend to Like everything every-time I’m emotionally deranged In layers of sublime Ghosting Helps me To come back With one breath at a time.

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Jun 26, 2025

Jun 26, 2025 at 12:51 PM UTC

VARSHINI97

Ghost in me

I ghost people at times I cannot assure To stay in right mind all the time. I cannot pretend to Like everything every-time I’m emotionally deranged In layers of sublime Ghosting Helps me To come back With one breath at a time.

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