I don't know thee,
thou art a beautiful Coincidence!

I don't know thee,
thou art a beautiful inheritance!

You own a soul that touches me!
I don't know thee,
thou art a beautiful Coincidence!

You attract me without saying a word!
I don't know thee,
thou art a beautiful Coincidence and
a beautiful inheritance that I feel under my breath.

I don't know you!
I don't know you!

©shivpoetesspriya

Honesty and Poetry healed my broken and blue!

A college is a refreshing start for any individual, especially those who have always been raised very protectively and provided the support of walls and boundaries covering them and acting as their saviors!
A towering Six-Storey, Multi-Sectional Modular building had impacted me sentimentally, reminding me of the protectiveness of school days! The new cray red color of the college walls was acting clean but carried the vibe of significant responsibility for many lives!
I felt a heavy heart that was tired of facing its daily notes and was keen to know what was lying ahead in pursuit of the daily activities at the college!

As I entered the student auditorium, I noticed the colorful banners hanging and decorated on the side walls and railing. It displayed titles such as "Best New Fresher," "Best Fresher Artist," and "Best Model." etc.

"Will you be singing with our group?" she asked. I replied, "No, I don't know how to sing!" Fear flashed in my eyes as I tried to pull my shoulder away from her grip. The girls in our batch shined in Florent colors; they gathered together in the center like a family of a colorful flower bouquet!

The other groups of boys in our batch created a loud sense of showing fashion as they passed by us! One of the boys enjoyed chewing his lollipop - He made a growling sound, funny enough to make other people laugh! He exclaimed, " Watch out! We have to back the first position at any cost."
As he sprinted away in the opposite direction of the auditorium, his hurried movements caused another person's books to tumble out of his grasp, scattering across the ground helplessly like a jigsaw puzzle unnoticed by others as they all were eagerly preparing to begin the program!
I made my way towards the scattered books. My honesty implored me and compelled me to ask about their desolate state.
I lowered my head and tried to silence the inner monologues which continued to yearn! As I glanced at the person I had collected books for,
he appeared fully immersed in his world!
On the other side, My desire to participate in cultural events led me to the stage where my friends had gathered for a poetry recitation.
I suddenly realized I had mistakenly taken his diary as I could feel the weight of my college purse weighing up. Frustrated with the sweat of the competitive events, I helplessly wondered and looked here and there to return his diary.

When I opened his journal with irritation, I was surprised to find many soulful poems.
As I read the beautiful words, I decided to recite a few lines and thought we could all win today. Every poem in that diary seemed to be smiling at me, and I returned the smile while feeling the beginning of a friendship at this moment. Two of my friends geeked into what I was reading so attentively and asked me what I would recite.
Without hesitation, I told them I chose to recite the 5th poem that he wrote, titled "Silence." I greeted the public with the poem and its stanzas, feeling amazed with every line I repeated.
As I started the recitation, I entered a mysteriously beautiful world where the falls from the peak of the hardship mountain felt like the cold fall on the charcoal ground of my broken enthusiasm. I could see different versions of my outlook carrying the saddest ghosts of the past, and those inner eyes of my heart walls began to seep a kinder note beneath their efforts to move on.
I didn't take credit for his work as it wasn't mine, so I told the audience that the writer's name remains unknown!
And in that moment, I felt a wave of peace wash over me, ending the inner war raging in my heart from the beginning of the day! I was relieved!
Until today, I feel grateful for the opportunity to embrace hidden honesty and do the right thing. It gifted me with a grateful start when the owner of the book of poems approached me afterward; he thanked me for not taking credit for his soulful art.

It was a soulful poem written by an unknown writer that gave me a new light and hope. It inspired me to set my heart free from the turmoil that refused to cease initially.

To this day, I agree and acknowledge this newly found appreciation for the power of truth! It is impressive how honesty and Silence can affect and soothe someone so movingly and others who try to feel it.

This incident has always infused me with great zeal as it increases my inner creative activity.
It helps me yearn to explore the untold depths lying at the core corner of any subject and write many poems.

I'm grateful for this experience and the truth's immense significance. Even today, I feel drawn to the allure of that poem because its words have miraculously conveyed honesty.

I'll always be thankful, and that's for sure!
©shivpoetesspriya

I know I am delicate by nature, covered in a weak, timid color, and often challenged by the turbulence of life. Looking at this exterior and interior working, I couldn't help but think of my arms' gentle, fabric-like texture.

Do my anxious eyes look transparent, like a soul, and be seen through a thin layer of the translucent fabric covering me?

While deeply pondering these thoughts, I sensed the intensifying Wind desperately seeking someone to listen.
When you are intelligently resourceful, you can make any process of strife easy! So, with my flexible emotional backbone, I decided to offer my support to listen to the agonized Wind to help ease her sorrow!

With the growling laughter, the Wind subsided, and the ground absorbed the bubbles of smoke and dust flying around.
Everything was left tranquil again.

As I continued on my path to befriend Wind, I could sense some emotional strain in her voice. However, the winking Wind appeared okay and even made fun of me by asking, "Do you even have ears, you poor chap?"
I replied, Yes, and along with it, I'm tiny and open, fragile and soft to wipe people's tears!

To my perplexity, she was a wise friend in disguise and advised me against giving my heart just to anyone because people don't know how to handle things with care if they don't want you.
While I struggled to manage my abrading and fretting process to provide her reply for defending my position, the Wind said she would want to whorl me along with her to reach my final destination.

An upside breakage I suffered within a few minutes,
With giddiness, I opened my eyes.
I was lying on a muddy elevated floor, which felt like a terrace!

The Wind started rustling off the leaves under my feet and constantly laughing at me.

As I moved forward, I could feel the touch of flowers brushing against my feet and heard someone crying while tears fell like petals from his eyes!
A handsome boy struggled to articulate his emotions and sought solace in tears to find clarity!

The beaming and smiling sun constantly reminded me of my magical healing nature!
I felt empathy for him and wanted to wipe away his tears.

The moment he started sharing his sorrow with his friend, I could hear the stars conversing with each other through their twinkling. The lilaceous flower vibe around him added a melancholy to the atmosphere, and the flowers were sad looking at the flowers poured down! The petals seemed to be shedding tears alongside him!

Soon, he carried me up and asked himself, how did I fly onto his terrace?

He walked close and slowly to the wire railing and clipped me up on the steel wire.
The wet lingering on my borders reminded me * that I don't have a heart. I'm just a pretty pink handkerchief!

I realized I was not alone as the gracious rain washed away the marks of soiled and muddy stress on my frills.

I felt free, like a soft, frail leaf!
©shivpoetesspriya

O, the echoes of dignity!
It doesn't have any stature,

O, the echoes of dignity!
It doesn't have any pictures!

O, the echoes of dignity!
It doesn't have any color!

O, the echoes of dignity!
It holds no position.

Such is the echo of dignity.

O, the echoes of dignity!
They resonate deeply in every layer of our expectations!

There are many problematic shadows.
But one can feel the presence of ways to repent and make things right!

But beware! The softness always wants to protect from the bitterness of guilt while one still wants to repent, whereas my struggling mode strives to seek the balance between these impulses.

I know it is the world of ragging dignities of so many people who sometimes listen to their inner voices or don't!

O, the echoes of dignity!
I want to feel the quest for the quality of freedom and the responsibility of freedom, for one can be amidst adversity and gain victory against all the fearful demons of compromising odds!
©shivpoetesspriya

Oh, hidden sway over my soul, I call out to you!

The roads direct me to the ways aligned with my aspirations!

The streets that return their gaze to me ask if I am broken.
The bubbles of tears below my eyes testify to my answer to their question!

The aimlessness of my heart leads me nowhere.
While I tiptoe on the shining concrete surface,
The time clicks away to the surface and moves on!

The graveyard of stories cry,
They try hard to know about their final chapters,
They dig painfully to bring the replication of my feelings.

The ripples on the gray water increase its movement,
bringing the phases closer to their ending part!
I look my coal eyes in acceptance of my heart's yearning.

My heart sighs with a deep breath.
It acts like a relieving oath of finding the unseen moon of my heart!
©shivpoetesspriya

My boundaries of love don't know how to end their most beloved chapters!
They cry to feel some love.
This love symbolizes the shining little pink heart with its hue that seeks detachment from the people who keep entering and exiting my life!

I try to remember your beautiful color in nuanced shades of sunrise and sunset, which reminds me of my truest boundaries.

The overwhelming and decisive nature of my contented heart is such that it allows me to carry the heavy weight of the breaking junctures of my life!

The fiery boundaries burn with intensity; ask me what are my authentic boundaries. At the same time, I refuse to tremble looking at the sight of a funeral!

I ask myself, "What are my genuine boundaries?" as I stand here, possessing nothing and at the accepting end of everything.
©shivpoetesspriya

I'm bidding farewell to the emotions of Your faraway eyes looking at a distance.
It is a farewell to the voidness that faces the nature of the two-way streets.
Those streets bother me.
Despite having no information or communication, it influences my assumptions and interpretations.
I know those eyes,
They are not angry with me.

My emotions tied to your gaze, used to save my vision, now turn out to be challenging.
The process wants me to shake my hands with the reality of situations.

Your eyes are in the form of destiny. I feel the pinch of uneasiness that seems to be fated!
It helps me manage my expectations, therefore, confront and accept the realities with a more grounded and realistic perspective.

The Efforts act like treasure.
It allows one to bear the broken pieces with grace!

I must confess.
The heart of endurance knows.
The tragedies happen in the skies of the heart.
And they are not always meant for pouring out the rain,
but eventually, by preserving through the challenging moments, one emerges stronger and becomes appreciative of the joy reflecting from the following rainbow of eyes.

This sadness has a brave art of a sailing heart.
It encapsulates the wheels of sorrow, ready to embrace the necessary and unavoidable cup of suffering.
©shivpoetesspriya