sprishya - Hello Poetry

Hope you’re missing me As much as I’m dreaming of you Your sweet sounds Your misty warm caress KATHMANDU I love you too! (Minneapolis 7/31/2021)

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Jul 31, 2021

Jul 31, 2021 at 9:33 PM UTC

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Hope you’re missing me As much as I’m dreaming of you Your sweet sounds Your misty warm caress KATHMANDU I love you too! (Minneapolis 7/31/2021)

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If I told you I wrote this poem for you Would you start loving me? Craving me the way I crave you Go insane Live in a world where nothing else exists Do everything to make me understand Fail but keep trying If I told you I wrote this poem for you Would you instantly run into my arms? Kiss my lips and stare at the stars Forget the world Forget yourself Yet somehow remember What I was wearing the first day we met If I told you I wrote this poem for you Would you spend your days thinking about me? Coming up with excuses just to see my face Go to the same coffee shop Hoping for me to show up Note down ‘dark roast, french pressed, no sugar’ Just so if the day comes You know what I would order If I told you I wrote this poem for you Would you start dreaming of the future? You know, A small chapel by the sea Gathered friends and family Vows and bells Our kid’s show and tell A family portrait hung on the wall If I told you I wrote this poem for you Would you be mine forever? And let me die in your arms Happy and loved If you would Then my love I wrote this poem for you (Kathmandu, Nepal 12/22/2013)

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Jun 17, 2021

Jun 17, 2021 at 10:59 PM UTC

For You

If I told you I wrote this poem for you Would you start loving me? Craving me the way I crave you Go insane Live in a world where nothing else exists Do everything to make me understand Fail but keep trying If I told you I wrote this poem for you Would you instantly run into my arms? Kiss my lips and stare at the stars Forget the world Forget yourself Yet somehow remember What I was wearing the first day we met If I told you I wrote this poem for you Would you spend your days thinking about me? Coming up with excuses just to see my face Go to the same coffee shop Hoping for me to show up Note down ‘dark roast, french pressed, no sugar’ Just so if the day comes You know what I would order If I told you I wrote this poem for you Would you start dreaming of the future? You know, A small chapel by the sea Gathered friends and family Vows and bells Our kid’s show and tell A family portrait hung on the wall If I told you I wrote this poem for you Would you be mine forever? And let me die in your arms Happy and loved If you would Then my love I wrote this poem for you (Kathmandu, Nepal 12/22/2013)

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Have I stopped feeling? The words don't come as easy Have I stopped feeling? The tears don't come as easy Or laughter... Or pain.... Or love..... But mostly love Hatred, I feel Jealousy, Anger Depressed Or stagnant Or hurt Or Maybe.... I Am Just Bored!! (Minneapolis, MN 6/17/21)

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Jun 17, 2021

Jun 17, 2021 at 10:42 PM UTC

Summer 2021 (so far...)

Have I stopped feeling? The words don't come as easy Have I stopped feeling? The tears don't come as easy Or laughter... Or pain.... Or love..... But mostly love Hatred, I feel Jealousy, Anger Depressed Or stagnant Or hurt Or Maybe.... I Am Just Bored!! (Minneapolis, MN 6/17/21)

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Happiness The fall leaves Cool breeze Pink evening sky A patch of cloud Creeping loneliness Wet, slippery road Open door to a dark void my apartment Self doubt Anxiety stricken loathing Open the cap of a dark bottle Potion defining sad attempt at happiness Bukowski, Rumi, Nietzsche Occasional Larry David Some chocolates, maybe icecream Guitar and ukulele Facetime with the family Happiness Sweet music in my ears Realization that life isn't that sad Soft pillow, firm bed Sweet dreams Wake up, Repeat. (Minneapolis, MN 10/15/19)

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Oct 18, 2019

Oct 18, 2019 at 10:22 PM UTC

The Routine Life

Happiness The fall leaves Cool breeze Pink evening sky A patch of cloud Creeping loneliness Wet, slippery road Open door to a dark void my apartment Self doubt Anxiety stricken loathing Open the cap of a dark bottle Potion defining sad attempt at happiness Bukowski, Rumi, Nietzsche Occasional Larry David Some chocolates, maybe icecream Guitar and ukulele Facetime with the family Happiness Sweet music in my ears Realization that life isn't that sad Soft pillow, firm bed Sweet dreams Wake up, Repeat. (Minneapolis, MN 10/15/19)

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In another life Maybe you'll be mine Maybe our stars will allign Maybe the moon will shine Its light on what's always been there But we could never find Maybe the universe will guide us Through our paths so intertwined That we meet each other in every bend Yet be so blind To the signs That we've always pushed aside With all the excuses and the lies That we've told the world That we're just friends And our friendship Is of a different kind Maybe at a different place And a different time We could fathom the possibility Of our unity A love so divine It breaks all structure Our knowledge of space and time The society will forget Romeo and juliet Or Bonnie and clyde because our love Is more than just a cliche We don't need to be remembered Till the end of time But while we're alive We'd have each other Through thick and thin Through our climbs and our decline But things don't always work out That's just life And in this lifetime I couldn't be yours But in another life Maybe you'll be mine. (Dallas, TX 04/21/2019)

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Apr 21, 2019

Apr 21, 2019 at 3:30 AM UTC

Maybe

In another life Maybe you'll be mine Maybe our stars will allign Maybe the moon will shine Its light on what's always been there But we could never find Maybe the universe will guide us Through our paths so intertwined That we meet each other in every bend Yet be so blind To the signs That we've always pushed aside With all the excuses and the lies That we've told the world That we're just friends And our friendship Is of a different kind Maybe at a different place And a different time We could fathom the possibility Of our unity A love so divine It breaks all structure Our knowledge of space and time The society will forget Romeo and juliet Or Bonnie and clyde because our love Is more than just a cliche We don't need to be remembered Till the end of time But while we're alive We'd have each other Through thick and thin Through our climbs and our decline But things don't always work out That's just life And in this lifetime I couldn't be yours But in another life Maybe you'll be mine. (Dallas, TX 04/21/2019)

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Though always a baby girl in my eyes, You're going to be a woman soon People will implicate, being a woman connotates certain social structure Know that you can break them Infact, make sure you break them Don't let the brackets society puts you in, In terms of you race, gender, religion Ever define you You are singular More than just flesh and bones A conciousness as unique as any other The emotions you feel, the troubles you may go through Regardless of how mundane and common it may seem Know that it's yours.... Own it!!! Know that it is okay to cry sometimes Let your emotions out Don't bottle them up, As you go through life There will be dark times, Don't lose hope That darkness is where art comes from Always make art Through colors, Through words, Through music, Through movements, Or sometimes just your presence Always aim to make art And fall in love Get your heart broken Embrace it Then fall in love again, And again Love so ferociously Even the sun's light may seem dim Spill that love over to everything And everyone Let that love be the guiding light To everything you ever do I know you are just turning one But time flies In a blink of an eye, you'll be two Although always a baby girl in my eyes Darling, you'll be an incredible woman soon (Fort Worth, TX 3/4/2019)

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Mar 4, 2019

Mar 4, 2019 at 7:07 PM UTC

On Your 1st Birthday

Though always a baby girl in my eyes, You're going to be a woman soon People will implicate, being a woman connotates certain social structure Know that you can break them Infact, make sure you break them Don't let the brackets society puts you in, In terms of you race, gender, religion Ever define you You are singular More than just flesh and bones A conciousness as unique as any other The emotions you feel, the troubles you may go through Regardless of how mundane and common it may seem Know that it's yours.... Own it!!! Know that it is okay to cry sometimes Let your emotions out Don't bottle them up, As you go through life There will be dark times, Don't lose hope That darkness is where art comes from Always make art Through colors, Through words, Through music, Through movements, Or sometimes just your presence Always aim to make art And fall in love Get your heart broken Embrace it Then fall in love again, And again Love so ferociously Even the sun's light may seem dim Spill that love over to everything And everyone Let that love be the guiding light To everything you ever do I know you are just turning one But time flies In a blink of an eye, you'll be two Although always a baby girl in my eyes Darling, you'll be an incredible woman soon (Fort Worth, TX 3/4/2019)

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Dear Maargi, Be the music people pain to listen to When they discover the voice within that tells them life is so much more Be the music that lifts hopes in the darkest of times Not as a cry for help But a wave that makes them fly Be the words they pain to read Trapped somewhere deep in them But didnt have the courage to let out Not words of hate, petty, or remorse But love, valor, and justice Be the colors they pain to see The ones they wanted to paint But got lost in the pallet of misunderstandings and differences Be the light that shines the path The path they've so longed to take Not as the star that lights their way But one that lights their conciousness Be you, be you all the way Not the character they want you to be But the character your heart tells you to play (Fort Worth, TX 12/23/2018)

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Jan 6, 2019

Jan 6, 2019 at 6:09 PM UTC

To My Niece

Dear Maargi, Be the music people pain to listen to When they discover the voice within that tells them life is so much more Be the music that lifts hopes in the darkest of times Not as a cry for help But a wave that makes them fly Be the words they pain to read Trapped somewhere deep in them But didnt have the courage to let out Not words of hate, petty, or remorse But love, valor, and justice Be the colors they pain to see The ones they wanted to paint But got lost in the pallet of misunderstandings and differences Be the light that shines the path The path they've so longed to take Not as the star that lights their way But one that lights their conciousness Be you, be you all the way Not the character they want you to be But the character your heart tells you to play (Fort Worth, TX 12/23/2018)

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Don't let me be the kind of ******* Who hides behind the facade of fake morals Blinded by the who's and what's of the society To carefully navigate into the spectrum of likability Murdering ideas Shepherded by the popular beliefs that the self proclaimed "ubermensch" with values smaller than the faith of a mother consoling her dying child propagates Don't let me be the kind of ******* Blindly seeing the disarray of colors and beliefs Waving divisive flags of identity While failing to identify the core of what makes us humans in the first place Erasing the tiniest sketch of personality To enjoy the recognition that comes with society's impeccably placed self serving values Foolish enough to think that they're smarter than the rest Smart enough to recognise the falacies that dont serve their interest Don't let me be the kind of ******* Bayoneting the rights of others to exists Carrying big guns Compensating for the personality they lack Their inability to break the circuit Their brains programmed to applaud The orange bleep on their screens that rule their lives Their messiah Don't let me be the kind of ******* Pretentiously answeing to a higher cause While dismissing the cries that really need answering Leading life one line at time From a forged manuscript Playing my part just right to be recognised at the pearly gates While closing my doors to the here and now To the damaged To the rejects who dont see the white and gold Or the the blue and black But simply crave the warmth of the fabric Of a touch, of a hug Maybe a warm cup of humanity Not the body or the blood of A humanbeing just like the rest of us We're all capable of miracles Not a trick like walking on water Bur changing the world one life at a time Not as gods But humans, in our truest forms (Fort Worth, TX 12/02/2018)

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Dec 2, 2018

Dec 2, 2018 at 5:57 PM UTC

The Kind (of *******

Don't let me be the kind of ******* Who hides behind the facade of fake morals Blinded by the who's and what's of the society To carefully navigate into the spectrum of likability Murdering ideas Shepherded by the popular beliefs that the self proclaimed "ubermensch" with values smaller than the faith of a mother consoling her dying child propagates Don't let me be the kind of ******* Blindly seeing the disarray of colors and beliefs Waving divisive flags of identity While failing to identify the core of what makes us humans in the first place Erasing the tiniest sketch of personality To enjoy the recognition that comes with society's impeccably placed self serving values Foolish enough to think that they're smarter than the rest Smart enough to recognise the falacies that dont serve their interest Don't let me be the kind of ******* Bayoneting the rights of others to exists Carrying big guns Compensating for the personality they lack Their inability to break the circuit Their brains programmed to applaud The orange bleep on their screens that rule their lives Their messiah Don't let me be the kind of ******* Pretentiously answeing to a higher cause While dismissing the cries that really need answering Leading life one line at time From a forged manuscript Playing my part just right to be recognised at the pearly gates While closing my doors to the here and now To the damaged To the rejects who dont see the white and gold Or the the blue and black But simply crave the warmth of the fabric Of a touch, of a hug Maybe a warm cup of humanity Not the body or the blood of A humanbeing just like the rest of us We're all capable of miracles Not a trick like walking on water Bur changing the world one life at a time Not as gods But humans, in our truest forms (Fort Worth, TX 12/02/2018)

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It's like turning the lights on On a gloomy Sunday evening Things will **** tomorrow But right now it's beautiful That's what you are BEAUTIFUL With your white tee Black skinny jeans Black chucks Tattooed arm And a smile that has somehow Escaped all the injustices in the world And remains as innocent As a veiled fantasy for him But the horses are dead And the prince has lost his charm Making you settle for a bearded idea of a man Who thinks veganism is the answer to the the world’s problems Highlighting the soy bacon in his snap story That runs his life Fascinated with a make pretend world With the skinny lattes and almond milk An anti establishment who sees a difference Between shopping in Walmart and Wholefoods Points his phone to the sunset to prove How much of an artist he is Is art gluten free? Or his pretentious gluten allergy May **** him, Maybe that's what you're into Or maybe you've stopped looking Maybe if you open your eyes wide enough You'd see someone much better I'm not saying me, But you know, Someone exactly like me (Los Angeles, CA 09/30/2017)

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Oct 2, 2017

Oct 2, 2017 at 1:29 AM UTC

Perchance

It's like turning the lights on On a gloomy Sunday evening Things will **** tomorrow But right now it's beautiful That's what you are BEAUTIFUL With your white tee Black skinny jeans Black chucks Tattooed arm And a smile that has somehow Escaped all the injustices in the world And remains as innocent As a veiled fantasy for him But the horses are dead And the prince has lost his charm Making you settle for a bearded idea of a man Who thinks veganism is the answer to the the world’s problems Highlighting the soy bacon in his snap story That runs his life Fascinated with a make pretend world With the skinny lattes and almond milk An anti establishment who sees a difference Between shopping in Walmart and Wholefoods Points his phone to the sunset to prove How much of an artist he is Is art gluten free? Or his pretentious gluten allergy May **** him, Maybe that's what you're into Or maybe you've stopped looking Maybe if you open your eyes wide enough You'd see someone much better I'm not saying me, But you know, Someone exactly like me (Los Angeles, CA 09/30/2017)

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It has to be better than this The lemonades are turning to dust Silverlinings have all rained down Life's got to be bigger than this The flower that once was Now a thorn sharper than dead dreams Stabbing all hope This dark vacuum is ******* me in I'm holding on to the last beam of light But my grip is slipping and I'm scared Aren't things supposed to work out? Well begun is now all undone (Los Angeles, Aug 22 2017)

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Aug 22, 2017

Aug 22, 2017 at 3:43 PM UTC

Adulthood

It has to be better than this The lemonades are turning to dust Silverlinings have all rained down Life's got to be bigger than this The flower that once was Now a thorn sharper than dead dreams Stabbing all hope This dark vacuum is ******* me in I'm holding on to the last beam of light But my grip is slipping and I'm scared Aren't things supposed to work out? Well begun is now all undone (Los Angeles, Aug 22 2017)

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