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Jul 2 · 242
Bad,,,,,,,, Good.
Jueria Shaik Jul 2
Bad,,,,, Bad,,, Good.

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Sooner or later.

Just why not 'sooner' rather than 'later'?  

Maybe.... Let's not waste our time.
Just a Random Thought!
Jueria Shaik Jun 18
Quivering lip under my teeth,
wide eyed I stared into the blank.
It lured me a moment earlier
now it just disappeared.
So I peeked into my subconscious
unbounded by the passing time
Waiting to be struck by that perfect rhyme.
Jueria Shaik May 30
When I pronounce my fears
or when I shed silent tears?
When I float in my passion
or when I calaculate my every action?
When I naysay to unease
or when I offer my every piece?
When I dance like no one's there
or when I be conscious of my way?
When I'm that benevolent fighter
or when I'm the aloof spectator?
So tell me, when am I my better version?
When would you think of me as a better version?
May 21 · 87
Tired Of Life!
Jueria Shaik May 21
As though living the life itself is not stressful
People expect me to plan my life and every action.
Jueria Shaik May 7
but him.
The one,
sealed in whose lips my answers lies
with serenity filled cohl lined eyes
discerned by the devout sign
crowned with white araqchin
Loyalty his demeanor
Words so splendidly clear
clouds vanish my mind's under.
~Dream about my other half~
Apr 30 · 180
They Say
Jueria Shaik Apr 30
She is weird they say
But little they are aware
she is just anyone wrapped
in the weirdness she wear.

She is a nerd they say
But little they know
It is a way
to escape her life's woe.

She is the girl once, they say
with a goofy grin.
But now they wonder
where is the goofy girl?
And so she say.

'Oh you, I'm here.
Scarred and scared more
of the demons that come tapping at my heart's door.
Demons entreating to enter my soul
Demons if I embrace will render
my existence easier.
But I refuse to surrender.
Instead I choose the hard way,
the right way to go.
For even in the darkest night
will flicker a little star of hope is the vow.'
My first poem that I ever wrote.

— The End —