chhayaa - Hello Poetry

The plant I planted was no less challenging Than the ones beside it. The care, the watering, the protection From small kids running around — Everything was planned. But some days I watered, Some days I protected, Some days it got stepped on by others. The care wasn't done right, And the guilt — The guilt of not tending to the other trees — Was insane. Neither looked after the trees, Nor took complete care of the plant. The first week — Hard to put in proper words. It was tough, and it was heavy. I don't know what we are supposed to do.

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2d ago

Jun 2, 2026 at 1:22 AM UTC

chhayaa

The Journey Starts

The plant I planted was no less challenging Than the ones beside it. The care, the watering, the protection From small kids running around — Everything was planned. But some days I watered, Some days I protected, Some days it got stepped on by others. The care wasn't done right, And the guilt — The guilt of not tending to the other trees — Was insane. Neither looked after the trees, Nor took complete care of the plant. The first week — Hard to put in proper words. It was tough, and it was heavy. I don't know what we are supposed to do.

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The plant didn't grow. I stepped back, Disappointed, stood alone. I cried, thought, And stepped away. Once again Planted. Watered. Three days' time, looked at it. Nothing happened. At evening time, I saw a microscopic plant. Too small to touch. Hope that it isn't dry. Five days hence, A small plant, Big enough to see with our eyes, Small enough to break in a touch. I stepped back, Created a boundary around it. But the weather has been merciless. Hopes stable, Confidence dropping. Will the risk I take be worth it?

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3d ago

May 31, 2026 at 5:57 AM UTC

chhayaa

Part 2 — The Beginning (garden of chaos)

The plant didn't grow. I stepped back, Disappointed, stood alone. I cried, thought, And stepped away. Once again Planted. Watered. Three days' time, looked at it. Nothing happened. At evening time, I saw a microscopic plant. Too small to touch. Hope that it isn't dry. Five days hence, A small plant, Big enough to see with our eyes, Small enough to break in a touch. I stepped back, Created a boundary around it. But the weather has been merciless. Hopes stable, Confidence dropping. Will the risk I take be worth it?

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And here I am, looking for peace, Questioning every thought that enters the brain, Yet still manages to affect the heart. The roots of flowers are dried, destroyed, Yet somehow it manages to survive. I watered the flower, Then it seemed the *** was broken. But not the flower. I saved it. I removed the plant from the *** Planted it in the ground. The ground seemed to be dry, I watered it. A stone — I removed. Planted. Watered. It was removed and replanted thrice. Didn't dare to touch the other plants. The one which I planted isn't growing — Neither am I.

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7d ago

May 28, 2026 at 1:49 AM UTC

chhayaa

GARDEN OF CHAOS (part 1- The Hope )

And here I am, looking for peace, Questioning every thought that enters the brain, Yet still manages to affect the heart. The roots of flowers are dried, destroyed, Yet somehow it manages to survive. I watered the flower, Then it seemed the *** was broken. But not the flower. I saved it. I removed the plant from the *** Planted it in the ground. The ground seemed to be dry, I watered it. A stone — I removed. Planted. Watered. It was removed and replanted thrice. Didn't dare to touch the other plants. The one which I planted isn't growing — Neither am I.

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