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

A broken dealing with emotions and their reverberations!

The heartedness is severely upset
with the hidden pain and disappointment of
rending capacity for not being able to stand
as solution for endearing affirmation in
any snarly situation!

Do you have any enveloping
truth, which can be the actual
contact or looked as a cheering
hope of this heart?
Why don’t you check again and
become a patriotic lyricism, carrying
your heart’s wrenching sonnets!
They indeed love you and can't wait
to be in specific union with your
purpose.
©️shivpoetesspriya

A favorite song is declaring its cadencing hope!


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 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

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

A lugubrious soul feels an upbeat song!

My famished roots
are crying their misery over
immaculate emotions, which
are heaving upward after knowing
a sedate truth!

I understand mere physically,
we may greet each other with our meeting hands.
But if we are not inside the point of
intersection, then I am afraid the darkness
would squall and bitterly weep again.

I know there's an another fact about the
dreary darkness that it would also glimmer
with its yearning for earnestness.
Even if it is after a little downcast!

- Make me pure like you!
So scintillating, bright and, exhibiting innocency!
©️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

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

An adorer with special carillons



I wish to
inculcate the same
cardinally faith which
you exercise.

Believe me, its
feeling is not an
overriding element
which would countermand
others' beliefs.

It's just that it comes
to save me like
a bipod which would
protect my emotions
and feelings with its
fairly unbends.


I think misery is not a word
for love. But you leave me
in a daze. You are present in
rutilant sorrow too.

May be one can let go of
it, just by experiencing it.

-Shivpriya
#beautifulthingsandemotions

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

©shivpoetesspriya

A soft spot for you

Be the laborious light
in me which keeps the
energy and strength
morally ignited with
the righteous
hope.

The declutter
blessing is so
employed in magic,
because it is related
to good vibes.
I keep dreaming
about an angel in its space.

You showed me such
a perseverant valor!
How can I forget it?

- I wonder about this harmony! It always stays.

©Shivpriya-Beautifulthingsandemotions

#shivpriya-beautif­ulthingsandemotions
#beautifulthingsandemotions

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

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

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

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

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

Banjaara dil....

Ye adhoori si tadpan
poori karaade maa..

Raahaten tadpaayengi...
Bina luft uthaye ye teri kamii
poori karengi...

Tumhari aankhon ki chhaao
mere dil ko chhuti hai,
ek pyaari si kiran
tumhari muskaan jese
tehalti hai...

In dil dil ki baaton mein,
meri dhadkan se
mujhe sun lo maa..

In aansuon mein
teri chhavi dikhade maa..

Rote rehene wala dil,
samaayi hui yaadon se
tumhe pukaarta hai...

Inhe tumhare pyaar bhare
naino ka deedar karaade maa...
©️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'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

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 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

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

In panno pe
likhe gaye
gazal-e-ishq
se kya meet milaap
karu mein?
Kyu aansuon ki
nammi se,
Is dehaleez
pe barsaati khushi ki
jeet ka izahaar karu mein?

Mere dil mein tum **,
aur dil mein jeevant ** tum!
Meri vedana sahate sahate,
Meri vinatee ko mat bhul jaana!
Koi beiraada nahi hai,
Par dil ki naiya, doobna nahi chahaati!

-Dhadakan aajamaati nahi hai, par bhaavanaaye  aajamaati hain!

©️shivpoetesspriya

#hindipoem

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

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!
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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!
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Donning this vignette of happy tears!


O sunshine of a lovelily heart!
I have discovered your smilingly downward
gaze in every flower of an
open-air place.

O distant spirit! Would you touch
my tuneless fortune
with your caressing beads?
It is because your purest presence will
help me in adorning you with the
light rays coming out from my fondly heart.
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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.
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O soloing beautiful soul!
Promise me, to join me
in this solus course of
life.

My rudimental nature
calls out for my jovial
motto to execute the
internal roots of its
belief system.

It is not possible unless
I move on. Although, it has
many phases, but it is still a
pain to carry a greyly heart
with its rosy longingness.

Help me to never look back
again! I wish even if I do,
then let me not get abandoned
by its faith for feeling the peace
of where I am today!

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

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

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

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

And so, thankfully, somehow, I learn to feel the eagerness of the song at heart!
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Sub title- Some beautiful manners of the
echoing love and saddened heart!

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

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

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

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

So it is tamed without an effort,
and my heart is singing a song for you!
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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
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I laugh at the unattainable tiff
which usually, takes place
in between us.
It is not able to make any big fight.
In fact, it does nothing!

I feel it is the same sky under which many lovers have got united. But I also feel it is the same sky under which many lovers have got separated.

O famished and heartless fate,
why do you need my feeble life
to make your prospective come true?
They say love is greater than any
distance so why don't you let the destiny of the horoscopic stars taste
this language of wisdom?

-  I feel this has many ellipses so would be just trailing off...

Shivpriya
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Inside the space of
my heartbeats, lies the calmness
of my soul which helps me to
reach the octave of my
operose. Its hold-over tends
to fly with the cold winter &
turns into the colors
of monsoon.

How gladly, I fly!

I think, I'll have to do a double-take because something is protecting me from an injury to the feelings, which can tear us apart.

Shivpriya
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O, dearly loved one!
Please accept my thankfulness.

My heart and its sense
of experiencing an emotion, pleads you
to accept my thankfulness.

Mother, please accept my hug.
It came upon with indebtedness for
expressing its gratitude.

Can, I please embrace your smile.
How darlingly, it touches my
heart and makes my heart open to you.

Your caring eyes!
I feel like owing this love to you.

-blessed as an expressor!

Shivpriya
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