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buoyed-pot
buoyed-pot
17/M/India I am sinking deep / in this ocean of passion / for words and I have / no desire to be saved
With such ceaseless light falling from heaven on my late shut eyes, I encountered the other half of my soul in the golden woods. It sparkled and made me almost blind. It was you, my love, I never want to lose, The prettiest dream, I never want to awake...
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Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 10:37 AM UTC
The prettiest dream
I love the silent hour of night, For blissful dreams may then arise, Revealing to my charmed sight What may not bless my waking eyes! And then a voice may meet my ear That death has silenced long ago; And hope and rapture may appear Instead of solitude and woe. Cold in grave for years has lain The form it was my bliss to see, And only dreams can bring again The darling of my heart to me
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Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 3:39 PM UTC
The silent hour of night
With my inward eye I saw the light When darkness was My only companion. From behind my lashes I stepped a little With dreams to Achieve. Clothes humid Like my mortal Heart held me When I was broken. But people forget The shattered mortals Can be united not The broken ones With weights of all Gone faiths, I walked. Though I didn't reach The summit yet I saw the peak
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May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 8:55 AM UTC
Yet I saw the peak
I sat by the window, Opposite to trees. My head was aching For I had a sleepless night. The sun shined, On the broken windowpane. The yellow leaves were shedding Off their companions. The cold breeze slipped through the broken windowpane And whispered something in my ears. It calmed my mind And my pain vanished. The door, in the room, opened And she entered. Everyone stood up, I didn't.
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Apr 28, 2019
Apr 28, 2019 at 7:09 AM UTC
Broken windowpane
Do this cry sound like rain? With those fields of broken grains, And the clouds with dark stains, Does the ground feel all this pain? Wake up to the sun tonight, Maybe the moon doesn't light up right, But the ocean will always fight, For the peace, for the star's sight. Let winds breathe from the trees, This is how the flowers plea, To look this beautiful to see, And bring our eyes down to its knee.
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Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 8:33 AM UTC
Do this cry sound like rain?
I stood there trying to come in line as the stars left my side at you. I know it's not real But this feeling of emptiness is the most real thing which I felt since your arms. I admit I miss you; I miss you everyday when I know I have to live and not just survive. I tell the world that it's my love not yours. I tell them that only I have the right over this feeling, I want you to come to me and tell that you've been missing me more— But what makes me strong is that I don't expect because that is what my love stands for. I want you to smile, if not in my arms then someone else's I want you to grow, if not together then alone. I don't need you to come to me when I need you. I want you to come to me when you realize that we both are all what we need. I don't have reasons not to love you, Because I never had one to fall in love you- This love existed before we met, Born and dying in my eyes.
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Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 4:17 AM UTC
My dying love
I was waiting for you to turn back Maybe that one last time that would make me stop you from leaving I know you didn't want to look back and show me your tears But I could feel them in my eyes as you walked away I also know that you looked back, hoping I would be waiting Because you were tired of the pain But just because our story didn't end well I don't regret it It's still the most beautiful one I know Maybe when it rains for us, again Or maybe when the night seeks the light again We'll meet, we'll love And will be one again
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Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 11:17 PM UTC
Maybe when it rains for us, again
Where to hide? Where to conceal? I fail to understand this famine. They have robbed my merry zeal and now prevails the devil’s time. Taciturnly they have eloped from my sight, Bricks of blue is what they have left. This is the lost treasure that has clanged to life in the night Yet this parky night has failed to freeze my breath. I agree to sign the fatal bond with the supreme And still be sure of my inevitable victory For I have made sagacious plans in the afternoon green The rebels will soon begin to continue this story
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Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 1:38 PM UTC
A child's cry
She loved to swim in Shallow seas but I dived in The deep dry ocean
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Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 10:31 AM UTC
Haiku
With such ceaseless light falling from heaven on my late shut eyes Calling off my soul for the perennial journey of after life With inquisitive eyes I glanced around When I found A maiden's soul sitting on the rock Her eyes spoke that she want to talk I stamped my feet across the aisle To reach the maiden's eye She glance at me and asked me why What was her fault that she had to die I glanced at her with bewildered eyes Her eyes had her tongue Which stood as a barrier between her pain and fake lustrous smile A drop of tear roll down her barrier Spoke things which she could not speak She stood up and marched by No word fell from lips But the tear was enough to make me cry I don't know why
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Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 11:49 AM UTC
I don't know why