To walk away with a quiet promise is a promise,  
A promise of love within.

When I look back, I see a disrupted range, searching for trust to mend its brokenness.

I feel it and move on.  
The disrupted range is now within, looking peacefully at different aspects,  
Gaining insight to return to its original form.

I walked away with my soulful promise to nurture myself.  
Today, when I see the disrupted range, it has become a beautiful ***, holding a variety of flowers together, even when they are withered.

When I look back today, I see the disruption transformed into a beautiful view with its constructive abilities.  
I feel happy, and I am thankful.

For the beauty formed out of the disrupted range!  
To the beauty.  
To the love!

Cheers!

©shivpoetesspriya

Why is there a sense of betrayal?
Why do you look worried in your heart?
Don’t your eyes speak to you when you look in the mirror?

Why do you feel bad for a past gesture, long gone, yet still leaving its impact?
The scope for improvement and betterment is at play regarding your actions now.

It seeks the internal empowerment of hope to settle your worries and sadness.
A heavy soul now feels flourished, leaving behind dissipating sorrow and worry.

The angst of sorrow still has a role in questioning you and pointing at you.

Cast your inner spell within; let hope confide in you. Feel the faith and let the faithful magic blossom for you.

Don’t you worry; a beautiful picture will emerge,
From nowhere, from within you alone.
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The empty calls cry on.
Opening the wounds.

The threads of longing.
A sweet, bitter joy,
It tastes like.

The heart pleads on,
From not going back again
To recheck if something in your world resonates with mine.

The emptiness calls on.
It wants to check, confirm, and process all the emotions of happening once again.

The emptiness calls on.
To recheck if anything in your world resonates with mine.

But there is a personal boundary
Inside to check in and confirm,
The space for you to grow,
The space for me to grow.

The growth in space calls.
So tired of wanting something to resonate with mine.

The emptiness calls on.
The dependence lingers on,
But this time, to go away.
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Faith is revolving around the lines of fear,
and vice versa.

The cup of tea that I sip shows me that it's not up to the mark.
I advance an insight into the effects of its ingredients,
wondering why it doesn't have an exotic powder of hope.

But the color and texture of the tea are just fine,
suitable to showcase among any of the magnificent dishes.
So, I added a little mixture of hope to it.

Yet, there is the revolving and exchanging shape of faith and fear.
It has important ties, searching for some perfection.
But disappointment knocks it off with its swirling surprises.

For the enchantment of any endearing good act,
the shifting shape of fear and faith exchanges again,
appearing with its faithful, spreading sway.

The secret rainfall of life wants to offer hopeful instances
while one drinks the cup of tea that is sometimes not the adjacent choice.

©shivpoetesspriya

I felt the inner cries
Pleading not to forsake me.
The empty shine of the tears spoke of a million reasons behind a saddened heart.
It touched the smile on my face and made me realize how one can yearn
for sun's shining grace at the core of its rainy heart!

So I wiped my tears
to feel again the spread junctures with utmost faith.
With a striving smile, I remember to do this.
Thank you for always being there, touching the inner circle of my heart
and feeling your impressions within me.

©shivpoetesspriya

The joyous pink color keeps yearning to get along with the yellow light. It keeps defying the blackness that gets in the way but sadly fails.

But this time, the blackness gave up its interest in front of the pink light. The pink in me also got lucky and rejoiced with the dancing yellow light.

Yes, this time, the pink in me was able to defend itself from the blackness and won.

Later on, the blackness yearned for the shade of pink. The pink, as usual, kept yearning to mingle with the yellow light and rejoiced while dancing with the yellow color.

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I know we move in parallel ways,
Not together or intersecting, but always side by side.

Why is that?
Does your taste not align with mine?
In my choices, your taste is already included, as you are always remembered.

So when you are parallel with me, we don’t intersect, nor do we interact. But why is it that your direction is completely different from mine?

Is it because your taste differs that we never intersect, and also because we don’t interact?

We run parallel to search for one another,
Always closer but apart at the heart.

This I have yet to measure, but I am unable to gauge it.

I saw earlier that we were parallel to each other. We were apart, not intersecting, but closely intertwined within.

How did this happen now?
We have drifted far away from the inside.

I wish this weren't the case;
It must be my wrong conclusion in arriving at the measurement of the core of its calculation.

I really wish this weren't the case.

©shivpoetesspriya