What is the difference between a martyr who struggles until the end of their life with their beloved, to be a rose for death, and a person who struggles but is somehow saved and does not die?

What is that voice of love in their nerves that makes them a martyr, both alive and dead? What is their voice? A rose's voice for death or a rose for death?

Proceed towards death as a rose is for a lover.

They made calls of love—echoes of love—for their safety or others' safety.

Was recognition ever needed when their internal spark was recognized by their own selves?

It is always a love song for the heart, which is now a beloved rose approaching death!

©shivpoetesspriya

I didn't say it.
I didn't say it because I did not say it without any purpose.
But now, since it was without any purpose, I feel it is still within the range of some purpose.

I didn't want to lie, I know.
But I think my hesitancy tried to hide a certain thing without intervening, with my no purpose and reason.

My hesitancy may have hidden something out of habit.

I wish all of the above were out of love towards you.
I cry about it as I say it.

Now, since I can't take back my hesitancy show that's already shown,
I wish the hesitancy feels the regret out of love-
A momentary regret out of love- that will pass quickly before reaching the point of minimalism.
©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 know we move in parallel ways,
Not together or intersecting, but always side by side.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I really wish this weren't the case.

©shivpoetesspriya

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Don’t you worry; a beautiful picture will emerge,
From nowhere, from within you alone.
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

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

O my sapling,  
let's stay grounded to feel the roots.  
I know it gets blurred.  
In that blur, I try to understand,  
I try my best,  
before it gets too late or early.  

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

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

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

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

©shivpoetesspriya

Silence has the eyes
that doesn't want to talk.

Silence!
It is the silence that doesn't want to talk.

Does silence talk anyway?

The little broken heart understands!

The unspoken sentiment of the heart tells a story.
Amidst the struggle, it offers suggestions.
The silent heart attempts to understand the exploration of the hopes and the contemplations within the silence.

The broken heart doesn't leave its way.

The gift of the deep feeling and its understanding sparkles, and it understands the silence that understands the silence behind the silent eyes.

Does silence talk anyway?
The pretty little heart, let's rest in the contemplations of the silent heart within the silence.
©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

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

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

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

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

©shivpoetesspriya

Mother, when I see you in my heart,  
I miss you.  
Mother, when I feel you in my heart,  
I kiss your feet.  
I miss you and kiss your feet.  

Mother, when I saw the moistened eyes surrounded by the wet petals of your gaze,  
I couldn't sense what was wrong.  
How did I miss them, and where did I miss them?  

Mother, when I sensed those tears,  
I struggled to feel and to accept something in me and to change, but where did I miss them?  
Where did I miss them?  

The want to feel you in my heart swept over like lightning  
and returned when it was dark; it was then that I missed you.  
The dark is a deep color; I couldn't see you.  
But I felt those tears.  
And I still miss you.  
©shivpoetesspriya

Did I remember those eyes?
Did I remember your eyes and cry?

Did I call you to listen to my heart?
Did I remember you?

Did I remember the look of your face?
Did I remember that you were upset with me?

When did you come so close?
And you went away?

Did I remember you and cried?
©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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cheers!

©shivpoetesspriya

You left me alone  
When I wanted you so much.  
But then I saw a star, the loneliest  
In the whole sky.  
It captured my heart  
And later danced with it.  
I sang my heart out to the best  
With the hip-hop version of my life and  
Piano love stories that were so unfulfilled.  
But then I saw another mystic star  
That gazed at me and shone in its brilliance to be a friend.  
But I wondered if I was mistaken in thinking it was a friend;  
So I left my stories alone. Later, I danced my heart out  
To feel all the love I had.  
But this time,  
It was to myself that I gave my heart.  
And I won!  
©shivpoetesspriya

People hold their dearest treasures within themselves.
People cherish their closest friends and family.
And life goes on.
People experience joy and sorrow throughout life's ups and downs.

One thing is true for me: yours is a clear picture that I carry in my heart, and I am captivated by your look.

I carry your picture in my heart, and I can sense you are tired of me.
Despite all the madness in the world, I have this connection, even though I think you are tired of me.

Your gaze, which I feel is tired of me, has a special place in my heart.

I hope I cross the upper ladder to feel your sweet smile.
©shivpoetesspriya

How happy my heart feels while taking and playing tiny steps with you.

When you are with me, I feel like dancing on my tiptoes.

Your smile always has a captivating win over my heart.

My heart overflows with joy, and I dance and dance with this blissful happiness that makes my heart swaddled in singing along with your dancing steps.

A call of a symphony of joy strikes me, and I feel happy.
It is happiness when you dance in my heart, or I get to dance with 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

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

Did you ever think I would write about my disappointments with you?

Did you ever think I was upset with you?

Are you bothered about me?
The greatest truth it binds,
My good actions benefit me, and the wrong ones have a straying effect on me.

But a little notion,
a small bond my heart yearns for, is in the ashes
because I feel you don't care about me!
©shivpoetesspriya

All alone... with your heart, all alone...  
Oh... oh...  
All alone, with your chasm, all alone...  

I believe... I stumble,  
I stand and sway to your tune.  

I believe I feel you and sing this song  
In my heart, all alone...  

It is time to be honest about  
Your capacity, your ability to be all alone...  

It’s all alone...  
The timer has its setting to delve deep down when the bell rings to reveal its true timing, and until then, it’s all alone...  
La... la... la...

©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

I don't want to be this close to you
That you keep ignoring me.

Something is not digesting that is
when you don't look at me.

Why is your look so important to me?
Just a simple look?
A small wish?
Is it so hard to fulfill?

Or to know that when I feel Nothing for you, a simple look also doesn't mean anything.

So I was close to you to feel what?
©shivpoetesspriya

The empty calls cry on.
Opening the wounds.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The emptiness calls on.
The dependence lingers on,
But this time, to go away.
©shivpoetesspriya

Is it possible for anything to grow solely based on wanting your gaze?
Will the weak rooting inside grow with the filamentary feelings of wanting your gaze?

If it can, let me know about my intention,
then there is a chance I can plunge into to be closer to you.

With what light shall I carry this dive?
With what hope?
I feel the intentions are aware of not receiving your gaze, which is my base and rooting.
©shivpoetesspriya

All seasons have come to an end.  
The shining eyes,  
The smiling face,  
The yearning heart looked even happier as the seasons passed.  

Why was this magic fluttering its unique tune all around?  

Was it a blessing that sought to embrace you, sweetening the corners of the heart?  

My sad look, without wanting your gaze in return.  
But your look made me feel as if I had regained tremendous faith in you and in myself.  

That sad look, my sad look, is now an understanding look for me.  
Yes, the seasons have passed, and so have the reasons.  
A smiling face,  
A yearning heart looks even happier.  
©shivpoetesspriya

You never fail to touch my
heart with your vulnerary
vibrating eyes...

O moon lover!
I feel like touching your
laughter when you laugh!

O lover of mankind!
I feel like touching
your grace.....

O beautiful lover!
I feel like touching your
power of embrace....

- I am solitarily immersed in you!
©️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

Did you try to learn me?  
Too soon, it became a song of goodbye.  

Did I eavesdrop on your conversation?  

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

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

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

But please tell,  
Did you try to learn me?  

Yesterday, I felt the brightest light within me.  

I didn't know if I had eavesdropped on your conversation, but you took care of the flying doubts with your alerting whack!  
©shivpoetesspriya

If I look at my right,
I know I'm going to miss you looking at me.
I will surely miss you when you look at me in my old place.
Because the heart always goes back to an old place.

Will you leave me alone there?

If I look at my right, I know I will have to tell myself to ignore that you are ignoring me, and despite you ignoring me, I will have to keep up my feelings for you.

Why.

The reason is intact with me.
Does a selfish heart have a reason?
The reason that you always see me?

A selfish heart will no longer be a selfish heart then.
©shivpoetesspriya

The "No feelings" can't state there is no love!
The "no feelings" and the emphasis on the intention of fighting do not mean there is no love.
And the intention to fight is like wanting to fight, so it can state there is a fight.
So, for that reason, yes, there is a fight.

But as you tend to ignore me, and for my sake,
Can I say there is no love even when we agree that there may still be love present despite fighting?

I wish I were with you at your side of the sea.
I wish I were ever with you despite you ignoring me.
Know that there is a fight while facing that supporting emotion for you, as you tend to ignore me!
©shivpoetesspriya

Are desires controlling me,  
Or am I controlling them?  

You drew my attention in the most unexpected environment.  

Do our desires control us, or do we control them?  

A seed of love that was planted long ago is calling me back to interrogate the subject.  

I was lost without any direction.  

Feelings,  
Intrigued,  
Accepted.  
Motives were interrogated.  
I didn’t find them aligned with my heart or couldn’t feel them properly again.  

I left my wish for peace.  

The attraction to my wish is now kept where it belongs.  

The knower of the truth can understand its verity.  

O soul of space, can I feel you always?  
Can I remember you always?  

Take me back.  

Let me thank you for relieving my heart and keeping its verity with you without letting it get scattered away.  
©shivpoetesspriya

I don't feel my reasons and excuses will ever end. After seeing you, I will always expect your gaze, and this persistence will add a new chapter to my book.

I don't feel that the waves in my book stop hitting rock bottom to see if you are looking at me, so my reasons and motivation persist; the book remains incomplete as the chapters never conclude.

This never-ending book reminds me of your particular gaze, which I yearn to feel in my heart. But my expectation that you should look at me wins, and so the book always remains incomplete with its futile persistence.
©shivpoetesspriya

I wonder if this desire and the bond that I feel in my heart—a bond that feels like a bond of mother and child—will ever be fulfilled. But you are always more than a mother, aren't you?

Mothers are even termed superior to any gods.

Then, if you are more than a mother, what should it be in my heart?

Let it be goodness, as it is the only thing that saves us from trouble!

But this bond is empty, I feel.

What bond is that? Where there is no attachment or feelings?

What keeps you moving on? It is painful when you choose not to look at me even though you can. It is always this madness, and I refer to it as pain!

©shivpoetesspriya

A state of longingly position aligns with a reference that echoes your chivalry.

Its commissural linkage is close to my heart and tied with the entrusting of pointing responsibility that reaches for the protective politeness of my heart.
Your engraving look-see and the precision of the auspicious gap connects with my juncture of turning point to commune with my hope for leading me to a closed curve for taking charge of a long stop to catch my missed goals.

I started taking long walks to check my lagging.
Meanwhile, I tried performing in the loops at the ridges to release the compaction of the worthy pivot, eliminate any misvalue, and encourage my determined pursuit by retaining it as the heartening focus of my attempt.
©shivpoetesspriya

You did not look at me because you wanted to keep me safe?
Your side gaze to a distance seems like a reason, even though I don't know much about it.

It doesn't matter to you if I feel despair when you don't give me your gaze.
Why?
To keep me safe, with what heart shall I cry the tears of understanding?

My understanding will change.
For that, shall I detach myself from not looking at you?
For what? Is it to see you again with my above questions and vote for myself to be more, right?
©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

Faith is revolving around the lines of fear,
and vice versa.

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

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

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

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

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

©shivpoetesspriya

There is no attachment.
There is no affection.

But there is enough pain.

If you don't look at me, Know one thing for sure.
You would not get me at my last place.
Because I feel the efforts in the last place are devoid of your touch!

There is enough pain.
And I don't wish to fall into any trap of your excuses.

Because for me, I have to deal with my chronicles of pain.
©shivpoetesspriya

Mother, I left my candy with you.  
Please call me back.

I want to sing again,  
Please call me back.

I left my rhythmic candy with you.  
Please let me accompany it once more.

Please call me back.  
I want to sing again.

I left my candy with you that was tired of feeling the competence around.  
Please call me back.  
I will cry and sing again.

I left my moistened candy with you.  
Please call me back and let me feel you while crying.

Mother, I feel my candy is you.  
Please call me back; I want to sing again!
©shivpoetesspriya

You don't want to talk, talk, and talk!
But you have a habit of listening, listening, and listening!
I get that right.

There is a needle that hits rightly.
The settling thing takes work.
The never-easy mode of letting go and forgiving is under amendation.

The following gems pave the way, but the bundle of reasons covered with expectations causes hurt.

I know.
Thankfully, there is a needle that hits rightly.

My ways are now more rooted in a deep allowance to you, without messing with you and burning with fire.
It has taken the form of fire in my heart, and since I'm a water person, with that fire in my heart, I immerse myself in water.

Thankfully, I know,
A clock is inside, apt for its time, and it hits the needle just right.
©shivpoetesspriya

I'm sorry.
The words said were not only about feelings that conveyed surface-level emotions, but I realized those words were much deeper in feelings and conveyed something more than that.

But how would I have understood about it then?
I don't know if I'm about to change my emotions for you, so I don't know.

One can write dignified phrases to offer a reward and put something on a pedestal to adore it thoroughly. Similarly, one can write and create hatred against someone wholeheartedly in writing: all this happens in writing.

I think one can ask oneself while writing;
Did you open up your wounds and revisit your emotions without scratching them but feel hurt again?

It is like you are holding your piece in front of you and asking if it broke you or if you laughed at it when it sang a sad song to you.

I agree; my childishness continues, and I feel hurt when you can look at me but choose not to!
©shivpoetesspriya

This unfed breath feels the blessedness of reciting  
the poems about your hearty leanness  
that cannot be empty of loyalty.  

Your guardable luminary is  
sentinelled with spangly patience.  

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

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

An entrée of your elaborated  
gamut keeps my hope alive.  

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

Your voice, as usual, shines off  
the revolving solidarity around my heart and its poetic hope.  
©shivpoetesspriya

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