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Shivpriya 21h
I keep my heart racing for you.
But why did you leave me?
At this tender moment,
Why did you leave me?
At this soft juncture,
Why did you leave me?
When I wanted you so much,
Why did you leave me?

It is true,
some gems are forsaken.
But if you see clearly,
It is obvious,
you would see luminosity
in some piece of darkness.
That side of your sight,
Yes, there
you would see the slightest
tint of luminosity.
I call it my hope.

Why did you leave me?
But I see my hope dwelling in peace
and cycling through all the growth.

Why did you leave me?
I want my luminosity back.

I want it.
I always want it.
©shivpoetesspriya
Just updated my writing album, Songs of a Different World, with a new chapter: 'Ace of My Heart!'
Shivpriya 21h
You are too good to be a writer.
I love you.
You flourish in your emotions—I just love it.
You are bright in your thoughts—love it, love it.
Extraordinary love, indeed.

In the season I loved you,
I felt it in my heart,
and all the notable faces of fate turned towards me
to see if I had become strong in my pursuit
and how my wheels stayed so stable
despite the thorns on my path.

The cloaks of fate grew eager
to learn of my uproarious skills.
And they discovered that even the dead
had once engaged in worthwhile activities
during their lives.

Their innate selves began to check their own batteries,
and one old cloak, rich with the wisdom of bygone times,
held the middle pages of my book.
She sensed the bloodied tears soaked into those pages
and turned to the next one.
It was not as weathered as the previous page,
but rather a reflection of a broken heart.
The remaining pages of hopefulness held the fragments of that heart,
which never gave up on mending.

So the old cloak rendered her verdict:
When you love, you open your heart
and learn how to love, even if you don’t quite know how.
That will at least lead you towards peace
in the gentle light surrounding love
and will offer rest to your heart.

So the writer I knew truly loved love
with the core of their heart and overflowing enthusiasm.
My heart says—I am obliged and privileged
to have read all of you until this day,
and I will continue to learn from you.

Please accept my heartfelt gratitude,
warmed by the tears of enthusiasm
to immerse your heart in love.

Yours,
A faithful fellow writer,
Shivpoetesspriya
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I've added a new poem, 'A Writer's Let Go with Love!', to my collection of contest poems.
Shivpriya May 27
Did you try to learn me?  
Too soon, it became a song of goodbye.  

Did I eavesdrop on your conversation?  

Did you try to learn me then?  
What would I do without these creative colors?  

I feel a yellow at the heart's center.  
I feel a pink from your tune in my heart.  
I feel a green river of your sound within me.  

I feel bluer, bluer when you appear so close to me.  

But please tell,  
Did you try to learn me?  

Yesterday, I felt the brightest light within me.  

I didn't know if I had eavesdropped on your conversation, but you took care of the flying doubts with your alerting whack!  
©shivpoetesspriya
I have added a new chapter to my writing collection titled "Songs of a Different World." The new chapter is called "Unsayable Heart with Unsaid Colors."
Shivpriya May 18
This unfed breath feels the blessedness of reciting  
the poems about your hearty leanness  
that cannot be empty of loyalty.  

Your guardable luminary is  
sentinelled with spangly patience.  

I need you in my days  
of laughing and crying.  
Your enamored grin always  
helps me to move on.  

It provides an indefeasible crest of  
devotion, dealing with all the locus of control.  

An entrée of your elaborated  
gamut keeps my hope alive.  

The flight of yearning and  
longing tears away  
all my grief.  
To make a combination with this,  
can you create a circular path on  
the surface to protect my babylike lamentations?  

Your voice, as usual, shines off  
the revolving solidarity around my heart and its poetic hope.  
©shivpoetesspriya
I have added a new chapter to my writing album," The Longing Rhapsodies!" The title of my new chapter is as follows: "Wreath of a Loving Circle."
Shivpriya May 18
The bond pulls me so close to you.  
I remember you, as if you were so familiar.  
Since when did I become so close to you?  
Since when did I feel this connection so deeply?  

Looking closely at your face, I find myself crying.  
Since when?  

You appear so near, so vivid in my thoughts.  
Since when did you become my savior?  
Is it all me, or the reflection of you within me?  

I'm afraid of how much I might cry.  
At what closeness to the edge do I want to fall?  
Is it going to break me into pieces?  

Are you going to appear so close to me?  
So close to me, can you tell me that?  

Since when did I start recognizing this unfolding?  
©shivpoetesspriya
I have added a new chapter to my writing album, "An Emotional Potpourri: A Kaleidoscope of My Feelings." The title of my new chapter is as follows: "A Savior's Hope in the Depth!"
Shivpriya May 18
A fieldfare is spotted fidgeting across an invented playing field, filled with its feverish emotions.  

The heart, longing to express a long moment of grief, is simply and succinctly content in its sincere living and honest nature.  

It waits for a heartfelt discovery of a new friend. He catches the bird's eye and feels sadness upon looking into its poignant and overwhelming gaze.  

The bird cries out to cherish the essence of joyful feelings, immersing itself in the soft fibers of love.  

A justified cluster of flowers, moving in a straight line across the field, hears the brief cry of the bird. They wish for a steadfast member of their homes to ask them if they are aware of the need to avoid being swept away by overwhelming emotions, to maintain the balance of their spirited nature, and to prevent a feeble performance.  

©shivpoetesspriya
Just added a new chapter to Mad Literature: "Being Lamenting and Spirited."
Shivpriya Apr 27
O my sapling,  
let's stay grounded to feel the roots.  
I know it gets blurred.  
In that blur, I try to understand,  
I try my best,  
before it gets too late or early.  

O my sapling, let's stand amongst the flowers,  
shielding against the storm of heaviness.  
More like heavy emotions.  
I know it gets blurred everywhere.  
But it is okay, as something is moving.  
It moves as it touches something within and comes out movingly.  

The feelings within me were growling, so I whispered to them and wept softly with warmth in my feelings.  
My heart feels like it's rolling.  

O dear sapling, let's take a nap to feel our roots.  
The turmoil of feeling is deep, and my heart keeps rolling.  

O heartening care,  
let me not become closed off.  
Let me feel the downpour.  
I need you,  
for my heart keeps rolling with  
the heavy pouring inside,  
and I feel drenched.  

©shivpoetesspriya
My writing album, "Dots of Life," now features a new chapter. The chapter is as follows:  
Wetness Makes the Weight Free!
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