The adorner inside me
calls you to retrieve its
remising remontant,
which feels the fondness
for liking you.

It is beneath your
relevancy
to choose it or not.

You are not aware
of my feelings.

Perhaps, the datum of
equatorially feelings
can't dig the faith of
this beautiful reservoir,
which is preceded by
the faithful contours.

-Shivpriya
#shivpoetesspriya

I miss your gingerly ways!

The sentiments which are
protected with the warmth of
healing shadows,
are differentiated into many layers and
cannot be always categorized under agony. It is just like because the pain, which is suffered during a particular time, cannot be expected that it will pertain to lengthen out in time.
It may or may not be the case and,
thus ruled by probability!
However, leaving that on the
fate of the kindest gesture!

I wish you were here,
and could dab my little gloomy
heart with some innocence!

Shivpriya
#shivpoetesspriya

The pink heart and its reverence!

The destiny has many vicissitudes
and are dealt with courageous perseverance.
These experiences are
variegated with the colours
of joy and sorrow.
In paving my way
to the process of its
enactment I see both miserable and
happy moments in the state of yearning!
They yearn for peace!

I feel the renewal altitude of
my heart is holding a caring
fuchsia which is edged with
your darling smile.
The benign smile of your generosity
inspires me and is fulfilment  of my soul!

The deep hole feels the
sacredness of
your loving laughter!
The peaceful humming and
its stance wants to caress your
love for invigorating this upliftment.

-Inner tuning with faithful revivification
©️shivpoetesspriya

Love you my seawalls!

I feel empty of everything,
for whether it is a feeling which
would come out of some subjectiveness
or a conscious mental effort.

I don't know, how often I think about you.
It is some sort of concealed grief! The moisture
do gets produced from the eyes and the sobbing softness of heart has always so much to say.

Although the inner stratum seems to be
devoid of any feeling but there is a generous
flow of mighty support which encourages
me to keep moving forward regardless
of the hard knocks.

-You are my seawalls, I love your hands as they protect me from hitting hard to erosion.

Shivpriya
#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

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

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.
©️shivpoetesspriya

Sadly it's ananthous but unbiased!

When the heart is on shore,
with its hope and struggle *******
in a helpless fist, then just protect me
from its overlaid brim which is fraught
with fears because the metaphors are
not always in a position to save the
person.

Would you keep your hand over
my heart and bless it with the
splendid righteousness, which can
always take a hearty stand for the
perseverance rather than just being
a seamer!

Be my savior, even if I am not
your favorite Ananda.

The dignity speaks for itself!

Shivpriya
#shivpoetesspriya

Tumi āmāra manēra mā!

I have my parents heart inside me!
They keep dwelling on the importance
of their forthrightly solemn affirmation!

Help me not be in strenuous struggle with the constraining reasonability and logical forcedness.

Help me to be discreet so that I can cheerfully bow down to thee and carry the prayer in my heart!
-Tumi sabacēẏē madhura!
©shivpoetesspriya




Notes: Tumi āmāra manēra mā means
Mother, you are in the heart!
Tumi sabacēẏē madhura means
You are the sweetest!

Shivpriya
#shivpoetesspriya

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!
©️shivpoetesspriya

Right now,
I am treading
with this nullifying
effort!

Holding it and
leaving it.
Even if I am not
caught in between these
two phases, then also
how sadly, I am in the same
state of feelings.

If something can change
this hurtable cycle,
then it is your smile, which
can help me.

Why don't you please enter into
it?

This pleadingly, braving
brokenness is open.
It is surviving its time
in openness.

Don't let me get distanced
from you!

I need your rays.


Shivpriya
#beautifulthingsandemotions

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.

©️shivpoetesspriya

If I have developed feelings for you, it's a good turn. At least it's better than constantly fighting with you.

But if it's about developing feelings, it's more than that because you're always more than just a mother.

Will my feelings lead me to a safe place?
A safe place for my conversations with you?

Won't it be more than feelings?
I wish it were more than feelings because you are always more than a mother.
©shivpoetesspriya

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!
©️shivpoetesspriya

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!
©️shivpoetesspriya

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!
©️shivpoetesspriya

Your high-souled smile!

You direct the basic force
of my heart’s attraction
and repulsing capacity
with your tuneful love,
which is so pleasing
as magnolia!

I agree it is one of the surrealist
and magnifico kind which
has all the dreamlike things
presented in impossible situations,
but I still remember how you
looked at me and the feeling
which I get from it is never
enough!

Does it cause you any pain to be
my god or well-wisher?
I know you can hear me!
You are an ennobler and
emending listener!

Shivpriya
#shivpoetesspriya

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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.
©️shivpoetesspriya

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!
©️shivpoetesspriya

The perspicacity seems to end all of the melancholiness!


I don’t wish to integrate without
any discretionary hope but the magicking fir of an answered
prayer is dazzlingly developed
and it is guiding me to overcome
my worries!

I yearn to have a sacrarial meeting
with you so that I cannot be a mis-layer
anymore!
Would you give me any
chance to feel grateful about it!

- Yours forsaken melody
©️shivpoetesspriya

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!
©️shivpoetesspriya

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.
©shivpoetesspriya

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!
©️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

The releasing my glue spot for feeling your horizon!

After gazing at me with your beautiful eyes!
Why don't you pull me closer to you?

I sing a song for you!
Don't you like its tune?

After letting me feel that you
are always there for me!
Aren't you ignoring me?

This bond will cry!
Don't you feel its call?
This heart will cry!
Don't you feel its call?
These eyes will miss you!
Don't you feel its cry?
©️shivpoetesspriya

Those roads beyond the same lines
can take anyone to great heights & great depths.
I feel there are always some nobler feelings in an inner sphere , and oodles of worthy emotions inside the integument of a devoted seed! Sometimes, you can stop sharing the point, you can stop intersecting and can become a straight line. You can consider everything as a mirage too!

But do we ever bend? Yes, we do! We can still touch each other!
We can still share the same ***** by being straight! Coplanar lines of your world and my world can still be stretched into infinity! We can still find our missing angles through a common line crossing us. We can hug each other diametrically or when we come together in our true diameters!
Apparently! We are connected with each
other in some way! It could be in the same way as how we see our perceptions or in the same way as how we feel our experiences!

Shivpriya
#shivpoetesspriya

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.
©️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

Never alone!

Your crazy vibe
which is always so
stirred emotionally has
saved your jollying
laughter!
The sense of relief
is surely the lead-ier
and prominent factor!

The saveable are lucky
because the peacefulness
is restored inside you!
The closest are lucky
because the innocuousness is
saved inside you!
I know the favorably
luckiness and the fortunate
positions!

Don’t worry!
The steadfastness has
a lot to do with the achievements!
Don’t be sad because
you are a wiseacre and a goalie!

Shivpriya
#shivpoetesspriya

Oh veritably and altruistic beauty,
save me!
I agree that I may lack the
insight to write my sorrows,
but please don’t let the soulfulness
leave the darkening grievousness!

I cry immensely for you.
I will make sure that I will
make my heart utterly softer to
love you and protect you
from the paws of its gnawing sadness.

- a sentimentalist, who never plays on other people’s emotions!

Shivpriya
#shivpoetesspriya

A person at heart is involved with consent and knowledge
of all the ethics and morally virtuous decency!

Their creedal self shows unflinching veneration
and reverential dignity!

When these braver deeds come with glimmering innocence
and interesting emotions then they come by
emphasising on honesty from their previous experiences!
- your glow is like a glint of optimism
©️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

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

O beautiful loner!
Your open heart rustles up
with whistling wind and
makes the tides of beauty
knotted inside the breathtaking
moments!

O darling!
Open your kind eyes!
There is no aloneness! There is only
strength in love which is making you
more of a faithful person!

Dear tenderness, please spread your
kindness through every gentle step
because the love inside you rocks!
- looking at the sky while encompassing
the colour shades of a contented heart!
©️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

A faintly meagering idea lacking enough conviction soon ought to disappear, along with my futile intention for not having any decisive effect!
The reasoned heart is the principal constituent behind our inclination!
With its influencing nature and directiveness, our intention caters to our longing by stirring our inherent cause for attaining it.

The distressing inner sphere involves the anguish of not achieving our desires and potentialities. It is a universal human experience that one can relate to.
But our saviour, the soul guardian, the keeper, the preserver, the determined paladin, the pure reason and tone- this is our intention.

Our intention remains intact. It wanders in us and stays behind every basis and ground in us. It firmly persists in our blazing conscience, consciousness, and subconsciousness, thus becoming a testament to our resilience and capacity for growth.
©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

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.

©️shivpoetesspriya

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.
©️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

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

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.
©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

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.

©️shivpoetesspriya

O Companion!
Why do you shed tears?

There is joyous light which
is so cheerful and eagerly compliant
to bless you with your peaceful composure.

You have melodies in your heart!
Don’t feel sad.
The faith in your heart will surely
find a way to console your heart and
mind.

Although there is a whirling
euphoria in the spirit of heart
but there is also a wavy sea.

Yes, the stemming faith
has acceptance too.

So with love.....
You are always present
in my heart and it is forever..

©️shivpoetesspriya

I don’t ever want to mess with your stars!

I wish my breathing can
consume your solemnly music
and I can do the spirit-led dancing
along with it!

This world is full of aching remnants!

In the darkness, my sense of openness
feels you and the mirage is looking at you!

In the light I yearn to merge in you!

I wish to sing the song of your heart
like lovely lilies smiling in your garden!

-My light bringer I feel you in my 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