aarushivijay - Hello Poetry

"Songs of a nomadic heart" is an authentic poetry collection that celebrates love, people, experiences and life through the eyes of an 18-year-old. The book contains poems that will touch your heart, speak to you and thus envoke emotions. The inspiration behind this book is everyone whom I have ever met, thus adding a bit of experience to my life. I hope that this book makes everyone feel what I felt while writing it and fills them with hope, love, and verses. Buy it from the link below https://www.amazon.in/dp/B07CQL78H3

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May 9, 2018

May 9, 2018 at 10:22 AM UTC

Songs of a Nomadic Heart

"Songs of a nomadic heart" is an authentic poetry collection that celebrates love, people, experiences and life through the eyes of an 18-year-old. The book contains poems that will touch your heart, speak to you and thus envoke emotions. The inspiration behind this book is everyone whom I have ever met, thus adding a bit of experience to my life. I hope that this book makes everyone feel what I felt while writing it and fills them with hope, love, and verses. Buy it from the link below https://www.amazon.in/dp/B07CQL78H3

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My hands reached out to them, Always pleading, My heart cried, all for them, Always bleeding. But my eyes were shut, They couldn’t see that it was me who was hurt. Hurt, deeper than I thought I ever could be, But there was no one, ever for me. People came in and went by, And I sat there singing lullabies. Lullabies, telling the tales of Friendships turned into hatred, Of loves lost to the fated. Tears shedding, as my cry deceases, I put myself back into pieces. Days went by since I last saw the sun, But the love for them was never really undone. Today, when I sit here beside the sunrise, I see myself in the skies. Leaning onto the window, I sing some lullabies, And this time, they are of New love found and the beautiful sunshine.

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Sep 18, 2017

Sep 18, 2017 at 11:08 PM UTC

Lullabies

My hands reached out to them, Always pleading, My heart cried, all for them, Always bleeding. But my eyes were shut, They couldn’t see that it was me who was hurt. Hurt, deeper than I thought I ever could be, But there was no one, ever for me. People came in and went by, And I sat there singing lullabies. Lullabies, telling the tales of Friendships turned into hatred, Of loves lost to the fated. Tears shedding, as my cry deceases, I put myself back into pieces. Days went by since I last saw the sun, But the love for them was never really undone. Today, when I sit here beside the sunrise, I see myself in the skies. Leaning onto the window, I sing some lullabies, And this time, they are of New love found and the beautiful sunshine.

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You are the lighthouse on the shore of my heart, Spreading your rays into the walls of my art. Rising up, streaming down, crashing into your arm. Mesmerized by your smile, lost in your charm. As the long day ends and I ring the kaleidoscope reef, You provide me the best relief. You are the comfort to my storm-tossed soul, Just like the rim to my kohl. Your long, stretched, warm arms invite me into you, The only thing that has been pulling me through. The happiness you get when you make me smile, Oh boy, I still want to stare at your face for a long while. The days when your so shining bright light goes a bit off, My heart will be your penultimate quaff. You are the lighthouse on the shore of my heart, Spreading your rays, into the walls of my art.

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Sep 17, 2017

Sep 17, 2017 at 5:13 AM UTC

Lighthouse

You are the lighthouse on the shore of my heart, Spreading your rays into the walls of my art. Rising up, streaming down, crashing into your arm. Mesmerized by your smile, lost in your charm. As the long day ends and I ring the kaleidoscope reef, You provide me the best relief. You are the comfort to my storm-tossed soul, Just like the rim to my kohl. Your long, stretched, warm arms invite me into you, The only thing that has been pulling me through. The happiness you get when you make me smile, Oh boy, I still want to stare at your face for a long while. The days when your so shining bright light goes a bit off, My heart will be your penultimate quaff. You are the lighthouse on the shore of my heart, Spreading your rays, into the walls of my art.

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If you were the sky, Then I'd be the sea. And when you shined bright, It would reflect in me. If you'd be at rest, I'd be steady. When you'd get rough, I'd always be ready. And if on the darkest nights, You won't shine a light, Then I'd be alongside you, Until you feel right. We'd meet at the horizon, Where everyone would stare, and wonder with passion, Why can't they reach there.

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Sep 17, 2017

Sep 17, 2017 at 4:14 AM UTC

Sky/ Sea

If you were the sky, Then I'd be the sea. And when you shined bright, It would reflect in me. If you'd be at rest, I'd be steady. When you'd get rough, I'd always be ready. And if on the darkest nights, You won't shine a light, Then I'd be alongside you, Until you feel right. We'd meet at the horizon, Where everyone would stare, and wonder with passion, Why can't they reach there.

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"What was the first thing you did for last time in your life?" "I loved someone."

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Feb 19, 2017

Feb 19, 2017 at 12:17 AM UTC

Short Tale

"What was the first thing you did for last time in your life?" "I loved someone."

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As diverse as life. India is a country, Where life itself Is filled with life.

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Sep 27, 2016

Sep 27, 2016 at 2:14 AM UTC

India

As diverse as life. India is a country, Where life itself Is filled with life.

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It has never been this way. Never has anything killed me for this long, Never has anything drawn me closer to life, Never has anything been killing me with a brutal knife. And you say, it has been love all this while, Oh, maybe! Maybe, it was love all this while.

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Sep 20, 2016

Sep 20, 2016 at 3:20 PM UTC

Maybe.

It has never been this way. Never has anything killed me for this long, Never has anything drawn me closer to life, Never has anything been killing me with a brutal knife. And you say, it has been love all this while, Oh, maybe! Maybe, it was love all this while.

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Only if she knew her self worth, Wasn't all in her body but soul too, It wouldn't have been a **** Oh yes, the pain wouldn't have been the same. Oh yes, the pain wouldn't have been the same. Only if she knew that those wounds would heal, But the scars will remain, And the society will find her to blame! Oh yes, the pain wouldn't have been the same. Oh yes, the pain wouldn't have been the same. Only if she knew that her pain gave him joy, And those few minutes of his pleasure would leave her destroyed! Oh yes, the pain wouldn't have been the same. Oh yes, the pain wouldn't have been the same. Her soul crumbled before her eyes. She screamed, she cried and lost all her pride. She casted all those touches away. She screamed at their faces everyday. She lost herself astray. Only if you would have known that She wasn't crying because she was ***** But because some other she at some other place was being ***** Oh yes, only then you would have felt her pain, Which is Evermore like the incessant rain.

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Jun 25, 2016

Jun 25, 2016 at 10:12 AM UTC

****

Only if she knew her self worth, Wasn't all in her body but soul too, It wouldn't have been a **** Oh yes, the pain wouldn't have been the same. Oh yes, the pain wouldn't have been the same. Only if she knew that those wounds would heal, But the scars will remain, And the society will find her to blame! Oh yes, the pain wouldn't have been the same. Oh yes, the pain wouldn't have been the same. Only if she knew that her pain gave him joy, And those few minutes of his pleasure would leave her destroyed! Oh yes, the pain wouldn't have been the same. Oh yes, the pain wouldn't have been the same. Her soul crumbled before her eyes. She screamed, she cried and lost all her pride. She casted all those touches away. She screamed at their faces everyday. She lost herself astray. Only if you would have known that She wasn't crying because she was ***** But because some other she at some other place was being ***** Oh yes, only then you would have felt her pain, Which is Evermore like the incessant rain.

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Tera meri iss ujadi zindagi main aana, Kaash koi shabd bayaan kar paate. Par kya Karen zindagi ka hai yeh dastoor.. Ki hum jisko sabse zyada chahte , Ussiko nahi bata paate.

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Jun 21, 2016

Jun 21, 2016 at 12:04 PM UTC

Shayari

Tera meri iss ujadi zindagi main aana, Kaash koi shabd bayaan kar paate. Par kya Karen zindagi ka hai yeh dastoor.. Ki hum jisko sabse zyada chahte , Ussiko nahi bata paate.

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Promises of forever. Lies whatsoever. I just can't take. I just can't wait, To see those promises break. And see you cry. For you, to realise That this is real life. Yeah baby, This is real life. So welcome to this real life. Yeah baby, Welcome to this real life.

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Jun 19, 2016

Jun 19, 2016 at 12:50 AM UTC

Real life

Promises of forever. Lies whatsoever. I just can't take. I just can't wait, To see those promises break. And see you cry. For you, to realise That this is real life. Yeah baby, This is real life. So welcome to this real life. Yeah baby, Welcome to this real life.

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