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priya-malhotra
16/F she is sixteen, much like other teens of her age, as moody as any other teen of her age can be. / writing is not her passion exactly. she is just searching for me in her poems. I am the one who sees her from the other side. I am the real her...
I miss her — the girl who used to laugh like sunlight breaking through tired clouds, who dreamed in colors too bright for this grey world, who believed that kindness could heal anything. She was sweet — a little gullible, maybe, but her heart was an open sky, and her hope was contagious. She wanted to change the world — and for a while, she changed mine. Now I stand before the mirror, eyes tracing a stranger’s face, wondering where she went, the girl who once lived behind these same eyes. I’m afraid to look too long — afraid I might not find her, afraid I already know I won’t. She was everything I wanted to be — strong, alive, full of wild, trembling light. And though time has dimmed her glow, her laughter still echoes somewhere in the quiet corners of me. I miss her. I miss me. ---
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Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 12:43 PM UTC
Her
Even if you rip my heart apart And make my soul bleed My inner demons will still Scream out your name. Even if you hurt me the most And make me lose myself for a minute there I will still want only you to Soothe my pain. Even if my eyes have cried blood And are now gloomy red I would still like to cry in your arms. Because maybe those sweet memories hurt, Maybe I'll smile and pretend i don't care anymore, But My soul can never unlove you. You taught a girl Who was afraid of falling in love, How sweet that feeling could be. And now what she knows is, That the sweetness of love Can be tasted Only around you.
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May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 12:20 AM UTC
Love
It was pitch dark outside And you were the only light i was holding. However i forget, That I was yet another girl, Who looks up at the moon With dreams in her eyes. And Want that moon to stay a bit longer by her side. Forgetting the truth, That moon will be gone soon. And maybe the next morning will Bring you something new To focus upon. However it will again be dark soon And she'll again peep out of her window Searching for moonlight to guide her upon Only to find find out That it is somewhat same Yet different.
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May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 12:10 AM UTC
Dark
I met a boy one day in the city bus Who though was a stranger yet felt known to me I do not know how but we ended up talking a lot Seprating our ways in the end of journey was hard for no reason I just wanted to have a look at him For one last time So that i can memorise him and can store his image well in my heart So that whenever we, if ever meet again, i may recognize him I mesmerised his beautiful eyes His breathtaking smile His rounded nose His wheatish colour His sparking eyes He seem to do the same Looked at ne as if i was a lottery won For a second back there I felt as if i had known him for years As if he is the one i had been looking fir all these years As if he may complete my dreams starring my prince in the shining armour As if he will hold my hand and take me away from here to a beautiful world Which will be full of love and love only He looked like god of love to me And then we smiled widely and waved each other..... I met him again yesterday He was still the sane Beaming smile and twinkling eyes But he seem not to even notice me Though we had met only once but i had dreamt of him daily Thinking he would be doing the same I thought that smile has got some significance I thought even he may recognize me when we will meet again That was when realisation hit yard upon me I learned that even strangers may turn out to be best buddies had there been no one around Life is a long journey that you have to travel alone People may come and becone your buddy for some time But that does not really means that they will be there forever In the end what remains with you are memories. ......
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Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 8:17 AM UTC
Memories
I met a boy one day in the city bus Who though was a stranger yet felt known to me I do not know how but we ended up talking a lot Seprating our ways in the end of journey was hard for no reason I just wanted to have a look at him For one last time So that i can memorise him and can store his image well in my heart So that whenever we, if ever meet again, i may recognize him I mesmerised his beautiful eyes His breathtaking smile His rounded nose His wheatish colour His sparking eyes He seem to do the same Looked at ne as if i was a lottery won For a second back there I felt as if i had known him for years As if he is the one i had been looking fir all these years As if he may complete my dreams starring my prince in the shining armour As if he will hold my hand and take me away from here to a beautiful world Which will be full of love and love only He looked like god of love to me And then we smiled widely and waved each other..... I met him again yesterday He was still the sane Beaming smile and twinkling eyes But he seem not to even notice me Though we had met only once but i had dreamt of him daily Thinking he would be doing the same I thought that smile has got some significance I thought even he may recognize me when we will meet again That was when realisation hit yard upon me I learned that even strangers may turn out to be best buddies had there been no one around Life is a long journey that you have to travel alone People may come and becone your buddy for some time But that does not really means that they will be there forever In the end what remains with you are memories. ......
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We, the teens of the new era, Are quite different. Maybe this is just self obsession, But whatever, I know for sure, That this generation is Surely different. We are mature more than we should be We are childish even more. We are not sure about our next step Neither that our life is sorted, At least that’s how we see it. It is indeed puzzled. We dream so big unlike our predecessor And then again, at the same time we Just want to leave the battle at the age of 16. We are so much energetic To think of ourselves as the next Einstein And at the same time we are as lazy as a sloth. We like to write carelessly Much like me And then again we think a lot before posting it Thinking it wouldn’t remain as beautiful After this moment will be gone. But then again, I know we are so lazy to even consider the very idea of wasting our effort that we have put into writing the piece. so posting this currently, without even considering the mistakes that would have been commited. Without considering the reaction of the event. That’s exactly how we are, Carefree. Jolly, happy, poetic, Philosophical moreover. What, I know only this much that, We surely are DIFFERENT.
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May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 11:17 AM UTC
TEENS OF MY AGE
I hate to admit it but time has changed everything. How that our once endless talks have come to a stop. How that our promises of staying together forever are no more kept. How that there are thousans many thing to wept. How that you don't want to see me any longer. It hurts. I have never asked you in the very first place to be a part of my life. I have never asked you to help me with my state of loneliness. I have never asked for a life with some decent friends. I have never asked you to change me from an introvert to somewhat of an extrovert. I have never asked to inflict pain upon me. I have never asked you to leave me after you are done. I have never asked you to leave me in agony for one more time. I have never asked you to just go away of me. I have never asked you to just ignore me. I have never asked you to make me cry.......... Then why? Why you made me your priority once? Why have you now dumped me now like this, as if i never mattered to you. Time seem to have changed you As well as your priorities....... :(
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May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 6:55 AM UTC
Time changes priorities
I wrote a piece of **** and posted it confidently And the only like that i get, was yours. It was you, my bestest friend. Will be posting some **** like this once again Because i know that thousand many people may ignore it, But my friend will still manage to put a smile on my face. Stupid him will still like it. Not because it's a great piece But just because he loves me. Just because he want to see me happy. Just because we are friends. Just because my happiness matter to him. Just because we both love each other............. This love does not ask for gifts from each other Or to that matter daily goodnight kisses. Neither does it ask for your constant attention. In this kinda of love you need not tell me how your day had been like, You just tell me why are you sad And I promise to beat your misry to death. It is different........ It's my definition of love..... FRIENDSHIP equals LOVE.
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May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 2:50 AM UTC
My kinda of love