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RVani Kalyani Mar 2023
I miss home now,
I always try to bring a part of it,
In the bedsheets that smell like home,
In the fragrance of clothes by detergent in home.
And the home made food by mother.
Fruits packed by father,
And the snacks by brother,
But it all fades away in days.
I search for ways to find home in me,
And I again travel to bring a part of it,
The next time I go home.
And it keeps to go on.
RVani Kalyani Mar 2023
It's dark outside,
It's like the silence has died.
I can hear the lightest whisper,
And the flicker of insect's wings.
I hear things so loud,
That I can't hear you.
Have you been saying something?
I don't hear you,
And your unsolicited advice.
But anyways,
Thank you!
RVani Kalyani Feb 2023
It's like seasons,
Some months of joy,
It was good while it lasted.
But the season has to change,
For another to come.
And it will change,
We'll find another joy.
The cycle of life,
It keeps on changing.
The memories and time,
That's all what's left behind.
RVani Kalyani Jan 2023
I watched the movie,
The perks of being a wallflower.
It was beautiful, you see,
forty three minutes + an hour.
Charlie, He was a wallflower,
Little did he know he hid his power.
Until he found his friends,
The best of all, anxiety it ends.
You thought but it didn't.
It ate him, every inch of his skin,
Devoured him like a devil.
He kept his sufferings mute.
Why would he do that?
Coward you might ask.
He is Charlie, one of us,
How might we speak up,
When the world doesn't hear.
You might think the same.
But seldom would you speak.
I liked it the movie.
RVani Kalyani Jan 2023
Sun
Rays of hope,
Rays of sunshine,
Burn me a little,
So, I'll be back fine.
Devour me a little,
So, I won't myself.
RVani Kalyani Jan 2023
What do think self-love is?
It's like knowing what light is,
When you've lived half of your life in darkness.
It is when you have finally accepted who you are,
It is when  you know you're a star.
And when you love each and every inch of your skin,
When you finally know you can win.
It is when your soul starts to grow with every hope you sow.
Remember the snake game we played?
In Nokia phone that for decades stayed?
It grew longer and longer as it ate,
Like how your ego grows when things go great.
When do you think the game gets over?
When it touches it's own body and quivers.
Or when it's own ego gets into it's head,
It will be it's very end,
So my friend love yourself to that extent,
Until you can be you and be content.
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