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

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

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

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

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

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

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 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 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 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It hurts when you look at me, and I'm not there.

My entire being hurts, and there is something I can't digest when you don't look at me.

Today, it hurts even more because I am unable to meet your gaze.

I used to be angry and tell the illusion and delusion in me about me never missing your gaze and ascertaining without confusion about how it feels when you look at me, and I never miss it.

But today, a whole of me is very lonely.
And it hurts that I miss all your gazes, especially your special frowning capabilities.
©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

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

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

The rigidness and stubbornness.
It seems like a waste.

At the end of the day, all its tenants
are galloped by the sorrow.

When sorrowing eyes lower down,
they weep the pain of their heart.

And again, in just a few seconds.
The rigidness.
The stubbornness.
It seems like a waste of its futile, growling, meek efforts!
©shivpoetesspriya

We had a cup of coffee together in our lily garden. Poppy Bird, Mommy Bird, and I were filled with our sweet talk and the small stories we usually shared during our chit-chat at evening tea!

I romped in our garden and shared my relief with the cold wind! Happily, I sat near the swing in our garden!

To feel happy without any perfect reason is a great relief. Smiling in this moment makes you feel like you are your own best friend!

And you always feel like chirping when you are happy!

I can't throw the dry leaves away from the *** I care for during my leisure time at home! This time, I decided to do some creative work with the dried leaves, which had turned pale yellow!

I planned to give them beautiful colors by painting the dry leaves with attractive hues to look pretty in my room!

While looking at the new look I gave to my flowers and the dried leaves, I remembered a conversation I had with my friend Bird the other day! She asked me, "If you are your best friend, then how do you talk to yourself?"

I looked at the bold colors I had given to the leaves. They felt very pale, although they had an attractive gleam!

Oh, this gloominess! It doesn't feel rosy at all!  
Oh, this gloominess doesn't look attractive at all!  
Oh, this gloominess doesn't look loving without the thoughts of your beloved!  
Oh, this longing doesn’t look good without remembering your beloved!  

I felt this and looked in the mirror. The flower *** in my hand was trying to make me see a rose among the hidden stems!

The rose was not there in the ***! The longing didn't look attractive, even with the imaginary rose!

I had other friends kept tied in a silly small cage! I happily freed them and started chirping to see them off! They tweeted back and told me they would see me daily in my flower garden!

I gave them a waving hand as I looked at them flying from my window! Oh, this window helps, I thought to myself, and fell asleep!  
©shivpoetesspriya

You are my world.  
I found you in my emotions.  

The gleaming shine my heart tries to hold onto is flying away.  

I'm supposed to ease my lyrics like a safety glass.  
Can you see me through this window and ask me to join you?  

But you were left behind on the track.  

I felt the gleaming shine return to my heart.  
It fixed my safety glass.  

I see you across the same junction now.  
Shall we walk together?  

©shivpoetesspriya

O emotional and special pieces,  
I don't want to forget all the parts that I value.

I think I have lost the ashes and charcoal of past emotional dealings of my heart.

Sometimes, the coincidences of our situations leave me feeling helplessly lost.

When you are dealing with struggles, I may not fully understand them as I don't have your share.  
And I'm dealing with mine!

I want to listen to you when you need to talk.  
I wish I were always there to listen when you need to talk!  
I think our internal decoration needs more understanding between our levels.

Sometimes, it feels sad.  
When I want to smile and help you, you have your bitterness to handle.  
And when you are ready to extend your hand to me, I have my bitterness to handle!

I do think that our internal decoration needs more understanding, and I know that we are likely determined to support each other through our struggles.

Are we becoming the ones who are losing all the remnants of past emotional experiences while dealing with our difficulties?
©shivpoetesspriya