It feels like magic when a piece of you sings a music genre that is named love.
It feels like a special musical genre with a familiar beat that greets and follows my heart.
It holds the capacity to rewind the memories of love.
And when that happens, I listen to you daily, my playlist!
An unlocked melody that was so strange once now becomes every song in my entire playlist.
So, I hear you daily in all the songs.
Those song- genres are luckily named love.
And I figured it out as your melodies in my playlist!
©shivpoetesspriya

The newly married couple, Mr. Butter Masala and Mrs. Maggie Butter Masala reached their farmhouse at Kasauli Hills for summer vacation.

Standing on the balcony of their room, Mrs. Maggie asked Mr. Butter, "Would you like to join me in seeing the sunset point today?

"Sure, I also wanted to introduce you to two friends tonight!" Mr. Butter replied.

"That's a nice plan," Mrs. Maggie said.

"Would you like a cup of ginger tea?" asked Mr. Butter.

"You're the world's best tea maker; I would love to have it," said Mrs. Maggie. "But would you like to have tea cake along with it?"

Mr. Butter and Mrs. Maggie had a wonderful time at Kasauli Hills Station, which had stunning scenery and delicious food. When they got ready for their evening plans to watch the beautiful sunset and meet their friends, they walked down the hill station with their hands a little far away from each other, lost in thought about whether they wanted to hold hands.

As they enjoyed the sweet cold air while walking down and the peaceful scenery around, they were silent but present with each other.

"Sweetly, Mr. Butter said, 'You look beautiful in this orange dress.'"
"You look dapper in your blue suit, too!" replied Mrs. Maggie shyly. "

Both Mr. Butter and Mrs. Maggie reached the sunset point and smiled while watching the sun gracefully settling down, leaving beautiful tints of colors in the sky. They looked shy and wanted to talk but didn't speak that much.

When Mrs. Maggie asked Mr. Butter anything, he answered and looked at Mrs. Maggie's face, but shy Mrs. Maggie looked away. If Mr. Butter had asked anything of Mrs. Maggie, she replied and looked away with a smile but was present with him. So, somehow, they only talked a little.
Amidst the simple conversation between Mr. Butter and Mrs. Maggie, nature looked serene with excellent mountain scenery and greenery. The couples walked to a place to dine with their friends.

Mr. Hakka and Mrs. Hakka welcomed Mr. Butter and Mrs. Maggie. They greeted each other enthusiastically. Mr. Hakka and Mr. Butter were old friends and laughed at many stories.

As they planned to order some drinks, Mrs. Maggie generously offered them the peanut chaat she had prepared.

"What would you like to have? Any favorites in the drink?" asked Mr. Hakka.

"I am happy with the lemon water!" Mrs. Maggie replied contentedly.

"Are you also going to drink?" asked Mrs. Maggie curiously, looking at Mr. Butter.

"Will you start to faint if you drink too much?" asked the tensed Mrs. Maggie.

While Mr. Hakka made fun of Mr. Butter, Mr. Butter shyly assured Mrs. Maggie that she could take care of him if he found it difficult to stand.

"Yes, but we should protect each other. Please don't drink so much that you lose your senses!" said Mrs. Maggie (sounding concerned).

"I won't," assured Mr. Butter.
After a beautiful dinner get-together, the couples prepared to leave for their stay station.

This time, Mr. Butter extended his hand towards Mrs. Maggie to go back to their hill station. Mrs. Maggie felt happy, and they looked a little hesitant and shy, but they looked pleased. They thought they would talk to each other, but they didn't speak much.

That night, when they strolled in their garden poach area, nature looked warmly pleased by them, and stars shone on them. Mr. Butter turned to Mrs. Maggie to initiate a heartfelt conversation and began with an intriguing question. He lovingly asked if she would care for him throughout his life and be there for him through all the ups and downs. Mrs. Maggie's eyes twinkled when she started answering Mr. Butter. She lovingly replied to him, saying, 'I'm always just a hand away from you. You may want to feel my presence, then always hold your hand towards your chest and feel my presence in the pure silence of your heart. The only thing that I worry about is that nothing should ever happen to you. Would you always take care of yourself? Will you please do that for me?

Mrs. Maggie's words moved Mr. Butter so much that he hugged her in response.
The stars already shining on them started gazing at the moon, which was about to appear clear amidst the clouds. When the moon caught the star's gaze, he lovingly smiled at the couples and made a wish to the stars that were twinkling in the distance.

The serene nature and harmonious couples exuded a tranquil and blissful aura of togetherness.
In this way, the two unique couples, Ms. Maggie and Mr. Butter, remained calm and patient while listening to each other's daily worries and casual conversations, feeling satisfied and content in silence.
On a slightly sweet note, even though they didn't converse much, they were always present with each other throughout their journey!

©shivpoetesspriya

O beloved, you are my season.
Now that I have figured this out.
I see all my seasons have gone.

I liked a particular song and wanted to avoid touching the chords of my heart so as not to disturb that song and its tune.

Please don't ask what made my pain. What elements made such feelings?
When our minds are stuck, our hearts get stuck, too.
Tears may be the result here!

I hope the music heals and makes you soft.
I hope you heal and sing your worries away.
I hope you feel your heart singing along with the music and be happy.

Please don't ask me what made my anger.
The water. It is like water. Ready to wash off oneself!

I hope you always heal, especially when you struggle to let go of things.
©shivpoetesspriya

O darling,
What is life?
When you don't understand?

Is it some botheration eating you when you want to hum a love tune?

What is life?
When you don't understand?
Darling.

Is it the weight of worry settling in your stomach,
Weighing you down until you're finally free from the crunch?

What is life?
When you don't understand?
Darling.

I feel it.
It's all overwhelming, like facing something big.
Facing and letting go of everything all at once!

What is it, my darling?
What is life?
When you don't understand?
©shivpoetesspriya

Why did it hurt me?
By looking at those eyes
Why did it hurt me?

Did it try to touch the
veil of my emotions?

Or, they were only the stranger's eyes!

Why did I feel hurt?
Did it try to touch the
veil of my emotions and
want to make me feel that I have sadness
hid beneath me, and I'm alone in my phase?

Why did it hurt me?
Or, they were only the stranger's eyes that turned my feelings so prominent about them!
©shivpoetesspriya

Tears don't dry.
They come out in drops and get absorbed under the skin!

Tears don't easily dry.
They try to pierce beneath the skin with old stories and tales.

Tears don't dry quickly,
but thankfully, I was able to save myself from touching the ruins that tears made me see.

Tears don't dry just like that!
They intend to make us feel our emotions and come to terms with reality!

Teardrops don't dry up!
They become absorbed under our skin, and we find the courage to move forward in their fiery glow.
©shivpoetesspriya

A broken heart succumbing to emotional collapse finds solace in its only treasure - the memories.

The fire of hope it always deals with takes on an enthusiastic approach after remembering the sweet memories held within its heart.

In the fire, no relationship dies.
In fact, our mind also never dies!
How could memories lose their essence?

The memories hold serenity and peace,
But ask yourself, are you not feeling helpless due to your circumstances?
Are you doing things not from your heart but for the sake of circumstances?
©shivpoetesspriya

I feel something offbeat while listening to a song.
For the sake of the collapsed fate,
My heart lightens a candle, and it keeps burning.

But I feel something off track.
The feelings of the past.
Why it has to collide with me
for making my present repent.

I feel something is offbeat,
It is unaware of the pain my heart holds.

My thorn story has never escaped
any situation.

But here, I feel something offbeat.
That does not match the
challenge forming inside me.

I feel something off track, and I'm still recollecting.
What is sharper? The external troubles or the
offbeat feelings of a helpless heart!
©shivpoetesspriya

Your face appears when the past wounds turn greener.
You live in your world without knowing my feelings for you.

I feel bluer as this bridge of understanding and realization turns rosier!

I can feel you smiling by looking at the stars when I see you. I cherish it as my gift, a residue of your memories.

Your face appears when the past wounds turn greener.
I see you looking up at the stars with a smile, and I consider it a residual gift of your memories.

©shivpoetesspriya

All songs remind me of the exact position of your busy world.
The position is clear in terms of their busyness.

The moment I recalled your tiredness
in talking an extra line to me reminded me
their exact position.

Your tone speaks a lot.

Sometimes, I am afraid that I have entered your reign and will never be able to come out.

I'm afraid I'll always be able to listen to my favorite songs or not.

I am afraid I will be able to write a song with the simple lyrics of love and sorrow or not.

All songs remind me of the exact position of your busy world.
The position is accurate in terms of their busyness.

I am holding onto hope through my playlist, holding its hand and moving forward, facing all the emotions.
©shivpoetesspriya

I searched many times for a memory of your conversation with me.

But all the tunes reminded me
of my empty hands with their barren look
having no memories.

This rhythm I can't forget!
It reminds me of not having
any conversation memories of you with me.
Their glimmers of immersed yearning fill these sad songs.
And sometimes, I need to be mindful of pursuing their objectives while listening to their nurtured flow!
©shivpoetesspriya

O dearly loved songs,
You remind me of my love songs
and dedicated poetry!
I hope someday I love myself in the same manner I love you!

O dearly loved songs!
You taught me how to fill my poetry with beautiful colors and emotions!
I agree; I wouldn't have known how to express softness and bravery in them if I hadn't felt you!

I hope I love myself the same way I love you.

I began reading the first chapter to learn how to feel the rhythm and sing, but I became deeply entangled in loving the ups and downs of the beats you play to the core of the tragedies I think in every chapter!

But my heart is grateful to you because if I hadn't felt you, I wouldn't have known the beautiful emotions and colors that often come with their probability, yet still shine out with glimmers of innocence!

©shivpoetesspriya

What did I miss while writing this piece?
I looked at the blue sky, a red flower in the garden,
and the beautiful sea,
but I missed you, all the colors of my heart.

What did I miss while writing a song?
Was it a sweet lullaby that has gone now?
But if you ask me what I miss all the time,
It's a churning tune of the piano that lurks to fit into my writing piece.

Abiding by these feelings while writing,
I strive to write more to find what I'm searching for,
And in the rhythm of verses, I see my yearning disperse!
©shivpoetesspriya

Despite my misinterpretation, I keep recording the adventures of the broken rope that I feel and see I am climbing.

I keep gazing at it and analyzing it!

I often ask the challenging wall if it has forsaken me, and it always gives me a tender look.

I keep gazing at it and analyzing it!

Do I have to continue with this broken faith?
Can a person live with a broken faith logically?
If so, can the logical mind stop advising me?

I can't stop wondering about it and analyzing it!

The striving heaviness of my heart wants to touch that ray of sunshine and find ways to climb the hope of a broken faith!

I feel it and see it.
Faithfulness is having a hard time under the most challenging circumstances.

I keep wondering like a gawking bird!

This time, I have noticed that the faithful heart is emerging powerfully amidst all the odds and circumstances!
©shivpoetesspriya

O Ghamgusaar!
He.. O...Mere. O.. Yaara..
Iss Dosti ke naseeb
ko bachcale!

Tumne is bejaan ruh ko
khwaish ban ke kya dawa pilai.
ki.
Aaj hawa apna rut mod chali,
aur hume rulake chali gayi!

Khuda fakir banke na aaya!
Aur hum betaab reha gaye,
Is Sehar mein din ke ujaale tak!

Lekin.
O Ghamgusaar!
Aaj ye aankhon ke ansu
kehena hai, chahate tumse
ki in dhadkano ne seekha hai jeena tumse!

Isliye.
He..O...Mere. O.. Dil-Yaara!
Iss Dosti ke naseeb ko bachcale!
©shivpoetesspriya

Rewind that Love,
O beloved,
When you asked
for my Love, and I denied it.

Dear O,

Rewind that Love,
When I asked for
your Love, and you denied it.

Rewind that Love,
O beloved,
when we both tormented for
each other's Love!

Dear O,

Rewind that Love,
Dear O,

Rewind that Love, O beloved,
When you were my idol
and I was yours.

©shivpoetesspriya

The longing flames of an uninvited love!

Handsome people make no sense to me!
A smoke rising and coming out in gray from the chimney makes no sense.
Today, I have my heart and you in the flames of my soul, which makes sense.

In this darkness,
finding a space, a reason to fight
while singing a no-claim song!
The winds of doubt want to know if it all makes sense somehow!

Things left to say are spinning around at the corner to find a degree to resolve my conflict!
Finding a space, a reason to fight,
Sometimes, it turns out to be a meaningless noise.

But it has left me with a yearning to glow that remains so clear!

That intact shape,
reminds me and shows me a bond,
So today, the only thing that makes sense is having my heart and you in the flames of my soul!

©shivpoetesspriya

Long conversations,
Now gone for the moment!

These chains of drowning feelings are sad.
They stand before me with their eyes open!
They tell me about your conversations
which you never had!

The long conversations,
Now gone for the moment!

The moments of love,
Thirsty with their looks
were supposed to take me back to you!

The long conversations you never had
wanted to fly their zone out in the Milky Way of the sky!
All of them are now gone for the moment!

All of them are gone now,
Left alone with their thirsty look
for backing their moments of love!

But they realized today,
their little strength was in keeping up the fragility,
Keeping up all of the fragility for you!
©shivpoetesspriya

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

O! My last place, would you like to teach me what love is by showing me how to bend?

O! My last place, do you want to teach me what competition is by competing with the sheer madness of all the societal stigmas?

O! weighty conclusions, do you want to teach me how to live by typing your name and calculating the mistake?

O! The freshness of the insightful photo. Do you want to teach me what new color in emotion I crave in life?

O! My last place, I'm grateful to you despite my unanswered questions and desire for growth!
©shivpoetesspriya

I wonder about the imagery of my faith.
I feel the presence of a happy sun
when I'm stuck with the sight to know how its essence thrives.

The way you smile and talk is difficult to imagine.

When I see you smiling, I'm on the winning side of the situation.
The plans and procedure of silence are such that it allows one to have multiple windows of assumptions, but when it comes to having clarity about it, I shudder at the thought it will alter how I feel about it.

The happy sun is agreeable in all situations, and it makes me agree too that you have entered my heart with natural grace through your photos, and it has had a profound effect on me.

Nevertheless, the pictures I used to look at are now pictures of goodbyes. What am I looking at? I'm pondering this fact now.

I love seeing you smiling and laughing from the heart. Will you change the course I am taking up?

I want to know about the new color that the appearance of my faith would like to take up!
©shivpoetesspriya

Once upon a time, a small pond was surrounded by mesmerizing yellow flowers. It reminded me of how much I adore the things I love.
The realization of this moment filled my heart with the sound of chirping birds!
The cuckoo sang with its brightest tone from the rooftop branch.
My eyes brimmed with tears as I enjoyed the sight of a mother swan cuddling its tiny tot beside the pond. A yellow duckling saw the affection of the mother swan and ran towards them, but by then, it was too late.

As buzzing bees, chirping birds, and insects grew louder, I watched the sky transform into a beautiful array of colors as it moved forward.

I saw some rocks scattered around the trees and pond near me. They stood alone in their presence. They were the only company I had at the moment. There was no one else around but me.
Today, I can sing. I can hear birds singing and see a beautiful swan cuddling its baby!

But today, I am alone, sitting near this pond, looking at myself in the reflection of my image falling in the pond.
I hold on to my preferences to understand myself. How can I learn without being attached to anything?

Every day as I walk by the same pond, I notice the trees and flowers becoming more beautiful, with new fruits hanging from their branches. I also see birds enjoying the fruits.

I am still learning the dedicated approach from a committed nature.

The beautiful flowers and trees often remind me that my inside weather is not always okay, but I am learning to deal with the atmosphere I encounter wherever I go!

The wet tears are not always sunny. I hope to find answers to my internal monologues someday.
©shivpoetesspriya

No matter what we do, we will become the black dust of our ashes.
Our mind can't die, even if it's intentional, non-intentional, deeply aware, or only partially aware!
It has no physical covering like our skin, a protective barrier for our bodies.

Those who focus their main interest on the taste of harm and destruction, with solely ignorant intentions, are foolish and ultimately lead themselves to self-destruction! Even death is ashamed to associate with such individuals.

A destructive mindset only leads to chaos and an unhappy life.

Those who desire peace do not engage in wicked behavior.
Is it humane to participate in such evil?
Death will inevitably come, regardless of whether or not it shows mercy!
©shivpoetesspriya

It is always better to get rid of something and discard it if it does not serve a purpose, especially with the media being a powerful tool in our country. The Media has a significant impact and is a powerful influence, so it is crucial to remain mindful, vigilant, and remember to be kind so that we take advantage of opportunities to become more well-intentioned!

A mix of different ideas and cultures can make us stronger and better at dealing with different opinions. How? When we embrace diversity, our other beliefs and cultures gain the strength to gracefully accept differing opinions and become more courageous and confident in standing up for what is right.

Sometimes, we might fail to reach our goals even when we try hard to improve things for ourselves and others. Setbacks are a normal part of the process. But we should never give up on our strengths. We always win when we defeat bad things, whether inside or outside the world. We should always try to keep our strengths strong and not purposely let them become weaker.

Remember that we all have a heroic quality within ourselves that can help one another. It rejoices in our unique qualities and rests deeply in our shared humanity. It can take many different forms, and it's mighty when we work together.
©shivpoetesspriya

What does it mean to support someone in politics? Does it mean to focus on good things and ignore the wrong things? If your beliefs differ from others, how do you resolve conflicts? What you think is right may be different for everyone else!

Nothing is ever completely perfect; there is always room for growth!

Differences in opinion can coexist, but we can all agree that harming others is never right, consistently wrong!

Taking or making decisions requires courage, especially when prioritizing the greater good.
Today if someone doesn't know what kindness is, they may not even know the difference between right and wrong!
So it is essential to make tough decisions for the greater good, stand up for what is right, and become brave in our choices.
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Human Intention and Conscience- Mind it!

There is a delicate factor that dwells in all of us. It is the conscience; it is present in all of us. Generally, if we do wrong, our conscience won't let us stay at peace. It guides us on the right path by avoiding the wrath and living with integrity. Our peace is essential—our means- me, along with others. Suppose I enter a bus where everyone is shouting, crying, and yelling. I don't think I will be at peace or remain unaffected!

When it comes to politics, our intentions matter the most. It's important to consider how we will handle the questions others pose to us. Will we answer in a way we think they want to hear without genuinely caring about the outcome? Or will we promise what is in our hearts? Our heart's deep desire often drives us to pursue what is best for ourselves. However, we must also consider the needs and necessities of other people and the reasons behind our promises to them. Are we doing it for the sake of dependents or simply for the sake of recognition and power that comes with being a leader?

Bringing out the best in ourselves and those around us is essential. Only by clearly understanding these factors can we be strong, not just in our hearts but also in our minds and actions, as we work towards creating a better future for ourselves and those around us. While power can certainly help, it's important to remember that it requires a lot of sacrifice and giving of oneself. Our intentions must always be pure, and we must never harm others for our gain.

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Insulting is not how I will clear this fact to you that your fake diplomacy and pretentious character are the worst and weak factors that will cause your fall.

Do you report back to your emotions in that fake diplomacy? When you have the ideas of vengeance and damaging others. Your speech won't support the inner format of hard-hearted diplomacy (Where little constructive and positive way would come up).
In this case, either you will leave behind many traces of the building of your traps and eventually fail upon your ideas.

U keep that diplomatic tone of the speech very high. But instead of supporting the innovative inner perspective of genuine diplomacy, you are always rejoicing with erroneous ideas.

Does creativity happen from negativity?

Genuine diplomacy is a creative process. Believe it or not, it has much to do with the person's genuineness which is absent on your part.

The genuineness carries the procedure of the walk-the-talk process.
Your friends who are likely hailing your bad ideas may mend their behavior to soothe the feelings of many by building a vision of achieving success on your failing.

They don't realize it is their first hole in the ship of success, from where they demand this smashing triumph.

Who is at a loss here? You, your sinful ideas, and people forge more bad ideas by enjoying your failure.

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Decency and decree of valuable trust is an enigmatic soul of diplomacy.
How did diplomacy arise?
Between two individuals,
The same mindset meets the different perspectives or the same alike categories. They discover their essentials and keen interest.
Profitability is the intent of their nature. They are wholeheartedly thankful for their diplomacy to keep hold of each other.
After all, the truth will outshine the fears of their diplomatic behavior.
So a heart in constant need of getting a heavy favor will tend to be diplomatic to save its constraint consonants, metric values, loaded efforts, challenging ideas, and ramping solutions.
An outward and inward hand to each entity is a happy nature but diplomacy!
This factor shapes the roles of many individuals and routes and gives birth to many other forms of diplomacy. If I were to name some of it with its unique focus, then it would include:
Formal diplomacy is concerned solely with official interests, while informal diplomacy aims to improve personal and official relationships. Friendship diplomacy involves prioritizing both factors (formal and informal) to make significant changes with ease. Cultural diplomacy is a widespread personal interest that relies on lightweight ideas to gain a competitive edge. Helpless diplomacy is all about using influence to defend oneself and seeking to gain more power in the process.
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Before delving into the parts of this section, I want to mention what I feel. The usage of diplomacy is widespread where there is politics. I have written two parts. Both parts explain its use, but the second part shows how one tends to be manipulative and deceive others. The underhanded tactics and fake agreements are figures of their usage. Very little do they know that genuine diplomacy needs sincerity, empathy, and creativity in its blood to survive. It cannot be an artificial tool. It is a mindset that helps in bringing mutual respect and understanding. Without these values, it loses its soul and hence becomes a hollow shell left without using its worth.

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While losing a striking point, you have become the mentioned & rumored politician!
The stained thoughts, their limited vision, and understanding are minute seams emerging to be perceived assumptions by the eyes of the public!
The impacting value of harshness that one is unspared of is the same element erected in different platforms and used as an opponent for a decaying political stature.
Would you care to ask these questions to yourself?
The ladder to heightened leadership shined brightly on your head.
Goodness is a choice; if that is the base of your outcome, then it would not contain even the slightest molecule of the mentioned dirt.
Have a look.
How my, not a sugar fluff- wants to convey it.
I hope this has its imprint to be a perfect barring to your ears to stop the flow of your spiteful ideas!
The unaware and divided attention remains maligned in its efforts to capture the state of your estranged heart to quell your dreamy hunger.
Your powered pirate is no lesser than excited storage that prefills its spirit of boasting with smugness.
The tables on which you work have heard about your intended voices to achieve gain over the death of issuance principles.
The sick idea of enjoying the misfortune of others and your decaying thoughts are soaked in gloated agreements and trying to achieve their motive with the helping hands of your mouth!
You see the workings of your regular and malevolent plane!
Your outer appearance exhibits your pretense of averting.
I am sure the dressing of your intellect is constantly rebuffing the distaste of your unaccomplishment.
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A helpless tempo struggles to perfect the composition it plays.

O humming and listening moment!
My whining voice wants to complain to you.
The deep howlings didn't pay any attention
to their bitter sobs and yelling.

I did not sing any song today.
But the chants and a warm song were ringing their inflections into my ears.

O virtuosic singer,
I recalled your conversation which you had with sadness last night!
Sadness asked you to leave its way, and you told sadness to go away from your heart.
Is this a way to open your heart?

I think I have forgotten to sing!
My heart feels remorseful for not being able to feel
the lyrical beauty of the connecting matters!

A missing companionship has the urge to sing out its dulcitude heart and a wholehearted esteem version to save some love.

O devoted aural artist!
I have felt your notation clearly in my heart like a sunlike visible light!
But my heart is not singing today, and I do not want to forget singing either!
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A favorite song is declaring its cadencing hope!


O broken-hearted!
Don't be saddened by the wording of your song!
Not all your skies are grey.

It is not according to your heart that the
outcome and influences settle for their peace!
Neither do they are enough for the one's phasing devastation.

In the room of ingenuous wonderment,
There is a little glint of light and a warm heart. I don't want darkness to win. For a while, tears can stay back instead of falling off!

Do you know a subtle thing about these teary eyes?
They seem to hope for the affection of your remedying voice.

In a song, I always want to know from the tears, their emotions!
And they have sung it too!

Do I want to separate its tune?
No!
I don't want to challenge an innocent, lowest-pitched string of tuning.
It is true.
You have indeed left me alone to sing the song by myself!
You have left me alone by closing your eyes and making me feel you still see me!
Where is my heart now?
It is busy and immersed in crying!

Sometimes all one can have is the rhythmic expansion and contracting of sadness for moving on!

It is a mega feeling when you own the voice. It is little more than just including it in our life.
Although there is a readiness of vocables to fill the empty spaces in the rhythm of this song, this tending and coloring sorrow will change too!
It is also true.
A song is just a song!
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Poetizing side of critiquing light!

The poets write.
They love their decisiveness.
If the literature has to rank according to the involvement of their motives, then creativity, which is amicable, can imagine itself to have the sentence to death.

Any series of limitations can rage but can't stop anyone. Let the independent commemoration treat its principles with the verses of love.

Those are diligently committed to coordination for rising poetically.
They will contribute their lyricism of heart.
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O Halfheartedness!
Are you the only emotion left in me?
O Nonchalant!
Why do you worry while singing?
O Unstirred!
Would you tell me you don't like pausing in between and leaving the song half sung?
O despairing heart, haven't you acquired this temporary state of feelings only to accommodate inconsolableness later?

The heart is whining and sadly blind. Such is the condition of the internal space of the wound, yet to heal!

Tell me, don't you wish to sing your deep feelings?
I am eagerly waiting to feel your grace in the realm of brokenness!
I am waiting for that unique tone to come out in its most intriguing and attributing way. It is the distinctive quality of getting absorbed in the pitch of a song!

I know my heart is constantly trying to acquire different milestones of emotions now.
My weepy gaze is on the brink of falling off and moving past their tearfulness.

I know the acoustical provinces of bass can feel my heart, and this time they changed their discourse of the tune and sang the song with a little different emotion.

Tell me, O susceptible, isn't my heart less gloomy now?

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O, syllables of a lovely song.
You are the charmed expression of the meaning of words of a given song.
The beautiful referent in the lyrics travels alongside the rhythmic tune of the song.
And like a well-expressed graphic, it conveys the feeling and nature of the song with separate insight into our emotions.

I hold on to its meaning, for crying out the different versions of my heart.
The melancholia of the song is absorbed in its tune and pitch!
I tend to sing it happily, and by crying despite the concerned tonality, the weak brimming tears hold back half of the tune.

The miserable foley artist inside me, which is on advancement for enjoying the sources of musical genre, remains on edge to shape the inner quality of concentration and the draining attitude!
It tries to make the challenge easier by letting the crying red nose remind me if hyphenation is possible while singing,
I can sing the tune while crying through my throat and letting the teary layovers pour out!
Similarly, crying and running nose reminds me that if hyphenation is not required,
I can sing the song with my agonizing heart for its reasoning!

The crying failed achievement of composition allows the heart of patching attention of foley artist to empathize with the theory of syllables.

And so, thankfully, somehow, I learn to feel the eagerness of the song at heart!
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A friended stroll of my buried emotions!

The chest voice is still coping
with the straining quality of an inner alto.

O sense of high pitch,
have you forsaken your hope
to use the support of love for crooning quality.

Did I miss you in singing the pyramid of my emotions?
Or didn't I feel you in the supporting system of the
sweet notes and their perfect harmony?

I can't read you in the crimped edge of my thought process.
And this roots in the inner reasoning of having frustration.

The repetition of musical forms and
their fade out seems to be attractive.
But tell me,
What stage comes after the little more careful stage?
I see the embers of spark reflecting the feelings of your eyes.

The feelings movingly remind me of a sealed fate.
The sealed fate has to deal with
Your oasis eyes,
Your fire eyes.

I get a little hint from my budding self-analysis mode.
And I think it is okay not to use perfect antonyms
and synonyms while singing.
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The rhythm had an outlined urge.
It was shining differently onto me and
wanted to engulf me in a different world
with some overwhelming memory!

The safe point is You!
The love point is You!
I don't want to give up my
motivating direction and focus on You!

The rhythm is attractive and soulful.
It allows me to tiptoe into the delicacy and
pulls me away into its memory!
The helplessness in me is charmed
by the deeply grasping tone and the vocal melody.
It is eventually leading me to sing the song without feeling any love!

So the tuneless tears flow out of me!
They flow with their tuneless fate of emptiness!
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Sub title- Some beautiful manners of the
echoing love and saddened heart!

My dry eyes are singing a song for you,
O, my beloved!
My empty heart is singing a song!
The song is holding the color of anguish!

The abode of sadness reveals
both agony and the poised nature!
O beloved, my heart is singing a song
for you!!!

The aching pain suffers from
the somberness of the heart
that is resilient enough.

Reserving a change in style seems
to be a new habit now.
But this observer is quite happy
with its veritable noticeability
about allowing the ache to pass
through the nerve of the
closeness and singing its song!

So it is tamed without an effort,
and my heart is singing a song for you!
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Sub title- An implicative thin line!


O striving thin line! O hard to bear the feeling!

O tenacious enduring struggle!

Skill the frame of my internal heart with your prudent and apprising conditioning.

The heart wants to learn how many heavy-going, demanding situations and exhaustion are more to cross!

The journeying quest of my heart is beholding a variant of endeavoring for impelling the direction of a fragmentary wanting.

I can feel its maladjusted, related affecting.

It is inexperient. The unsuited anger seems to be a thankful friend of heedless botheration! They inanely meet each other!

The diminutival granules of the dear heart say- I can't be a deal for an opportunist! I feel this is how decisiveness is always disposing of with clarity!

The tenderheartedness knows about an enchanted and delicate space of love. It is constantly dissipating the unexhausted anger!

Come, have a look inside my madded heart!

There is wordlessness and lots of tunes. Both are having a fairish time celebrating each other's heartbreaks, anguishes, and unhappiness!

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Sub title: A doting experience originated from a likable form!

Carefree prudence vested me with the ability of discernment to act meticulously at the core of its functioning. Its supplemented and accompanying thoughtfulness clustered around the empty corners of my heart.

The impressions of adducible thinking and reasoned implicatures were the witnesses of my heartbroken valley. The erosional movements in the emotional pieces of my actuating heart formed the hollowing surface of this valley. Regarding quality and its authenticating moments are the staunch fillers of the elongated sealer of my broken heart. The inveterate enthusiasm allows the inner depth to keep solemnizing this place of worship.

The soft pulsating center inside the lining of the sealing kept glowing with the steady bright red color implying the inclination of a fiery aglow from the stark mark of the center of my heart.

I recommended myself to be entranced with its displayed learning. And to my unanticipated wonderment, I saw a primary radiating logical forte with the objective of unbiased loveliness, and there wasn't any sign of deliberation and weakness.

This perceiving manner appears to be such a fresh piece of certainty as if I had drunk the cup of easing lucidity. However, these relief feelings hold the unquestioning beliefs by enhancing their inner impressions to support their accompanying nature and its affinity.

The morale thus stays agile by demonstrating its fine and chief point!
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Sub Title: This connotation for my inner construction occurring inside!

Gravy, weighty and salient seasons of my book were crinkled, blended into the vast expanse of reflective tones and the disposition of melodies. Its resulting picture appeared unclouded and had the comprehensive idea of yenning, which was trying to settle in!

In compliance with the process of its preparedness, I tried to learn and memorize the outlook of your tending silence. The mounting serene of its stilling effect mirrored the appearance of vivid flowers, those clasped to your hands and luckily permeating their conformable scent.

O prettifying silence and the causative quickener behind it,
I want the remnant of my voice to occupy your attention by posing a simple question. Is it hard to hold the flowers with your hands? Do I hurt you with its sharp-pointed edges?

Sad, in this reposeful composition. I pricked you.
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A shared intention with its comprising fair features!


My repertoire of various contemporized works,
dramatic ballads, songs, and
written descriptions were savories for the moment.
Those were scarcely sweet?
No!
They love the heartily and careful choice of their selectiveness of each other!
In them, a thinker is deeply involved and touched by their profound regard for each other's appearances and soliloquies to reach the hearts of amasses. This thinker who is solemnly and raptured loves their artistic viewpoints!
Thus, creating the perfect seasoning of its flavor and aromatic capabilities for the given taste!

After regaling myself with the art quality, recollective mind, gifted drama, and the stirring piece of musical rendition,
I entered into the zone of lyrics while conveying the pensive tale of my heart and by acknowledging the favor for letting me recreate the negotiating and decorative art from the figments of its creative activity!

My reflecting process was, as usual, sincerely penetrating for your consideration.
And the depth of my inner voice carried a few tender emotions and some unanswered questions!
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The internal scrabble of grief!

My mariposa is free!

The lonely words
of enthusiasm is
dealing with the
brimming tears
so
gently
and tightly.
This helpless closeness and
immediacy!

The poor fate of a crying heart
voices
and desire
to hold you eagerly in the same manner
how brokenly it was crying.

The mirror of the heart shows it all.
The height of the distressing emotions
lamenting, crying, and trying to build
a shelter in the dipped ocean!
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Perceive it through caring eyes!

Wiping your tears away
would help a soul to find its contentment!

I love your smile!
Your tears are not a gladdening thing!
They are sorrowful and lonely!

Subversion of trust is not there!
So, don't cry!

A sudden and simple
crack leads a passage
to our inherent valency!

The compound of love is
our savior here!

The designated spark is too
diligent to be able
to understand your language!
So, don't cry!
Substantive growth is there.
It is feeding yourself with faith!
An immediate contrast help
is always required.
It is presiding with your
inner performer!
So, don't cry!

This indication of advancement in feelings is
imposing a person and, that is you!
Something which is arising to create anew
that is you!
So, don't cry!
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