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 May 2020 Harshit Nangia
ryn
If she is the sky
And he is of earth
If she spans the height
He is the girth

Where are you?

Here between these lines
Spoken but unheard
Seen but invisible
Once first, now third
Beneath a willow tree,
Death ask Life,
“Why is it that they avoid me?”
To that, Life smiled and whispered to his ear.
“Because you are the painful truth.”
To love
   is to understand
   it never wavers
  always at hand
Sometimes,
we all feel a little lost-
lost in a void-
a prisoner of silence.
So come lay with me
here in the darkness,
in silence.
Perhaps we can bring
a little light to
each other's world.
The deepest mystery, of course,
Emerges when you enter the Silence

Silence surrounded by stillness
Beyond this world of whyness

Words no longer spoken
No need to be or not to be

The eyes are in your heart
The ears now can see

                      Eternity
he said that this doesn't change anything,
that he doesn't love me any less,

except there was a change,
this time around I broke my own heart,
and for that I loved myself less.
your body never lies
 May 2020 Harshit Nangia
Arek
i wrote out my dreams with a pen
and placed them in a cup
i looked into the stars and then
with pride i held it up

i toasted to the moon above
and branches of the trees
i then said my goodbye to love
and threw them in the breeze

and maybe, maybe there's a day
when one might pass you by
but dream, only a dream can stay
only in dreams we fly
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