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1.0k · Oct 2024
Just so, that next day
Apeksha Ranjan Oct 2024
My parents use to
Beat me and scold me
Just so, that next day
They can shower their love.

My father use to
Hit me and tell me how useless I'm
Just so, that next day
He could say how much he cares about me.

My mother use to tell me
How much she regret for having me
Just so, that next day
We can share our feeling and gossip about other.

They use to tell me
That they hate me the most
Just so, that next day
They can fulfill my wish.

Now I got use to of these
I chased the people who hurt me
Just so, that next day
They could protect me

Coz every thing happens in the same manner
I did all this
Just so, that next day
Everything could be better.
Apeksha Ranjan Oct 2024
We know our relation
He is my dad
She is my mom
And I'm there daughter
But do they know
what I like
What I want
What's my favorite place
Who's my favorite person
No they don't
Neither I
My father was busy making money
And mother was busy doing house chores
They never got a chance
To tell
What do they like
Or to ask
What do I like
I know they care about me
But I guess
They don't know how to express it
In their language
This is called
LOVE.

-apeksha ranjan

But this love haunts me And make me feel sad!
365 · Oct 2024
SHATTERED
Apeksha Ranjan Oct 2024
Deep inside I wanna cry
A feeling of depression
And I was asking Why
Because all the things you told me 
were totally lie
As my body was burning like a coal
You were poking me and making holes
I was shouting, begging and crying 
For the mercy
Which you never gave
Although you broke my soul
But now it doesn't matter 
Because I'm already shattered.
I'm not a professional writer but I write when I cry
Not in wands or whispered spells,
Nor towers where a wizard dwells.
Not in potions, cloaks, or charms—
But in quiet things with open arms.

The moon that pulls the restless tide,
A seed that splits the earth with pride.
The stars that died to make our skin,
The dreams we fight and hold within.

I love to believe in magic,
Not the kind from books—
But the one that lives in dreams,
In the beauty of a soul that looks.

Every single thing has its own shine—
Even a water droplet, catching light like a star.
The stars themselves, so distant and rare,
Speak to us of what we truly are.

The plants—they whisper secrets green,
So simple, soft, and yet serene.
Humans, too—so wild and deep,
A thousand layers they try to keep.

Our world is just like fantasy,
It seems too perfect to be real.
How rare the things we feel inside—
The love, the ache, the truths we seal.

The warmth we feel from someone’s glance,
The ache of love, the pull of chance.
The breath of truth in honest voice,
The strength to fall—and still have choice.

There is no magic like you see in shows,
But still—this world in secret glows.
Not fantasy, but something true:
The real magic lives inside of you.

In faith, in hope, in sacred light,
In walking through the darkest night.
You carry skies behind your eyes—
And paint your soul across the skies.

And if you ever doubt your way,
Just listen when the silence stays—
It has a voice, and so do you.
A whisper soft, a dream made true.
If you love love you are going to love this
0 · Jul 5
Not Loud, Just Lost
It begins in quiet pain — a whisper in place of screams,
not because the world is silent,
but because there's nothing left worth hearing.
The emptiness feels like it has shape now,
like silence that bites when no one watches.

Still, the world expects a smile.
You sit there, pretending you're whole,
while your own voice sinks under the weight of
everything that used to matter.

— The End —