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 May 2020 Harshit Nangia
Solaces
I am forgetting about you.
Your smile has gone away.
No longer written on your face for me to see every day.
It's getting easier for me day to day.

I am forgetting about you.
Saved memories emerge from time to time.
They're full of colors of you and are easy to find.
But are fading away to darkness as if I were blind.

I am forgetting about you.
No more haunting smiles in dreams.
No more deep brown angelic eyes that made my soul scream.
Because I couldn't have you in my arms under the sunbeams.

I am forgetting about you.
That part of me is dying.
That part of me walked under the moonlight and was crying.
But there you were in the clear night sky simply shining.

I wonder if I will forget about you.
I think that part of me will not die.
I think that part of me will stay alive.
Nothing left for me but endless goodbyes.
Don’t dwell on being the best
Just focus on doing your best
We reap what we sow
 May 2020 Harshit Nangia
averylia
Like a tree, I must stand alone,
to free my branches, to free my soul,
while the wildgrass withers
here and near, the lonely tree
stands tall alone.
I wrote this after studying introversion in my room. Perhaps there is a certain strength in being the silent one, the one with the least but strongest words. In the same way, those who are extroverted may stretch themselves too far and become overwhelmed by the senses/expectations.
 May 2020 Harshit Nangia
nivek
Things touched deep in childhood
the fascination of a wondering mind
and where the heart becomes engaged
become part of your realised dreams
a resurrection of your contemplation
the secret you carried for all these years.
 May 2020 Harshit Nangia
nivek
I fell into your eyes
read poetry...there

heard you sing
with abandon

poet we are friends
poet we do share love

I fell into your eyes
I found poetry there.
Always say please
and thank you
my grandma
used to say
follow this rule
and be sure
that  you'll
go through life
the right way.
When I tell you of my story
Will you lean in or turn away
When I share the cause of my hurt
Will you weep or find an escape

Can I trust you with my story
Can I rely on you to stay
Please tell me now not later
It's late, too late for games

If you stay to share my story
They'll be laughter with the tears
But they come with me as a package
With the wounds under repair
Relationships are tricky
 May 2020 Harshit Nangia
Sreeyaa
you can't help
but hate
what you love
the most

what you love
the most
can be the reason
you can't love
anymore

what you love
the most
can sometimes
rip you
apart
in cold blood
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