Sub title- An implicative thin line!


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

O tenacious enduring struggle!

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

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

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

I can feel its maladjusted, related affecting.

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

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

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

Come, have a look inside my madded heart!

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

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O, the echoes of dignity!
It doesn't have any stature,

O, the echoes of dignity!
It doesn't have any pictures!

O, the echoes of dignity!
It doesn't have any color!

O, the echoes of dignity!
It holds no position.

Such is the echo of dignity.

O, the echoes of dignity!
They resonate deeply in every layer of our expectations!

There are many problematic shadows.
But one can feel the presence of ways to repent and make things right!

But beware! The softness always wants to protect from the bitterness of guilt while one still wants to repent, whereas my struggling mode strives to seek the balance between these impulses.

I know it is the world of ragging dignities of so many people who sometimes listen to their inner voices or don't!

O, the echoes of dignity!
I want to feel the quest for the quality of freedom and the responsibility of freedom, for one can be amidst adversity and gain victory against all the fearful demons of compromising odds!
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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!
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I'm bidding farewell to the emotions of Your faraway eyes looking at a distance.
It is a farewell to the voidness that faces the nature of the two-way streets.
Those streets bother me.
Despite having no information or communication, it influences my assumptions and interpretations.
I know those eyes,
They are not angry with me.

My emotions tied to your gaze, used to save my vision, now turn out to be challenging.
The process wants me to shake my hands with the reality of situations.

Your eyes are in the form of destiny. I feel the pinch of uneasiness that seems to be fated!
It helps me manage my expectations, therefore, confront and accept the realities with a more grounded and realistic perspective.

The Efforts act like treasure.
It allows one to bear the broken pieces with grace!

I must confess.
The heart of endurance knows.
The tragedies happen in the skies of the heart.
And they are not always meant for pouring out the rain,
but eventually, by preserving through the challenging moments, one emerges stronger and becomes appreciative of the joy reflecting from the following rainbow of eyes.

This sadness has a brave art of a sailing heart.
It encapsulates the wheels of sorrow, ready to embrace the necessary and unavoidable cup of suffering.
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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?
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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.
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Tears don't dry.
They come out in drops and get absorbed under the skin!

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

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

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

Teardrops don't dry up!
They become absorbed under our skin, and we find the courage to move forward in their fiery glow.
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The internal scrabble of grief!

My mariposa is free!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Hello! O bingeing
loser!

Come out of your
fatigued stamina,
which is so
despondently,
affected by your
broken dreams.

The vigilantness of an
angelically winged being,
is so happy with your
factualness.

Their guiding virtuousness,
gives buddleia hugs to you.
Please stop worrying
and enjoy their serenely
gentilesse.

Shivpriya
# beautifulthingsandemotions

I found love while being an
ambler. It is a magicking stroll!
It has vividly exhibited the suavely
poised feelings for my wandering
soul.

There is no scope for
labyrinthically admixt of feelings.
I know that as I have seen all the agreeable appearances
smiling in the sunlight.


This everlasting hope meets
the land of your lovesome heart
and I feel that in a lot of ways
blessings can never be ignored.

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

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

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

Shivpriya
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The perspicacity seems to end all of the melancholiness!


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

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

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

The way you smile and talk is difficult to imagine.

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

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

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

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

I want to know about the new color that the appearance of my faith would like to take up!
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The pink heart and its reverence!

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

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

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

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

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

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

Taking or making decisions requires courage, especially when prioritizing the greater good.
Today if someone doesn't know what kindness is, they may not even know the difference between right and wrong!
So it is essential to make tough decisions for the greater good, stand up for what is right, and become brave in our choices.
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The releasing my glue spot for feeling your horizon!

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

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

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

This bond will cry!
Don't you feel its call?
This heart will cry!
Don't you feel its call?
These eyes will miss you!
Don't you feel its cry?
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Rewind that Love,
O beloved,
When you asked
for my Love, and I denied it.

Dear O,

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

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

Dear O,

Rewind that Love,
Dear O,

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

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The residual feeling of
politest departure with
the loving manner,
sings out its heart to you.

This systematic means of the
language entreats its unquietly
wordlessness to give an
affectionate embrace to
your benignity.

The lover of this epic love
seems to be astounded by the
expounding intervention of your
tender verses.

-Restoring overtures of a trouveur endures an unnecessarily
worrying heart.

Shivpriya
#beautifulthingsandemotions

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

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

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

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This meaninglessness seems to be ethereal

O undescribable yenning,
what kind of sorrow is required
to restore my efforts at the
beginning of this phase which is
successively filled with anaglyptical structures of my emotions!

I don’t know the greatness of any
indistinct situation but can feel the
cognatic soul!
Somehow this imperturbability is very heartfelt and wants to sway with you.
I know there is some kind of
happiness in your form
which is keen to enjoy my
bond with you.
-This aura of love loves me.

Shivpriya
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Tumi āmāra manēra mā!

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

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

Help me to be discreet so that I can cheerfully bow down to thee and carry the prayer in my heart!
-Tumi sabacēẏē madhura!
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Notes: Tumi āmāra manēra mā means
Mother, you are in the heart!
Tumi sabacēẏē madhura means
You are the sweetest!

Shivpriya
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Reciprocating the thankfulness.

I know it is sighed heart which is learning to grow up.
It is on the move with a smile cladded in lyrics of a forgotten tune.

O melancholy piano music,
O bittersweet music,
O soulful piano music,
O aching string music,
O low emotional music!

I have seen your gnawing sadness and have felt your sincere creativity.
The perpetual ability to notice your credibility is hastening my mind to be
more quick.

Please come and don't delay in giving me your transparent hug!


Shivpriya-
#beautifulthingsandemotions

Ye ragini besudh nahi

Aaj mera ye udaas mijaaz
ka upadeshak dhoondh
raha tha virah ki raaton ko,
lekin naa- umeedon ne
use nahi diya koi sukoon!

Dheere dheere arj kar-kar ke
jab bheeg gaya tha ye dil!
Tab ek anokhi kshamata sirf
aajamaane ke lie, nahi chaahati
thi kissi sitam ko rijhaana!

Maana ki hai ye ek anubhav,
jo ki ban chuka hai garam ashk
aur taiyaar hai in aankhon ko
bharane ke lie! Par hum nahi
chaahate koi guzaree hui raahon
ko dhona!

Isiliye agar tumhe yaad
aaye kissi pratishth hunar ki,
toh apna muskuraata hua
chehara humaare paas jaroor laana!

Kyuki tum phir chhu paaoge,
is dil ke dilaasa bhare shabdon ko!


-Shivpriya
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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!
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Your beatific smile is a blessedly beam of hope in my life.

O my loyal bound, be my
faith healer.

Help me to wipe away
my tears and to carry
on through,
despite hardships.

Help me to strengthen
my mind for enduring
the pain or adversity
with courage!

Let this rising sun,
shine in all the directions
for all the new beginnings!

Please lead and guide me
in this prayer.

- My heart's sotto voce prayer!

-Shivpriya
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O light-ful  origin of communication,
please let me know your self-adjusting joy
because I don’t want to forsake this
hope that holds my indomitable
spirit and life together.

I wish to sing imperviously to all the odds!

O Radha-kanta!
You are so faithful!
Please help me to
remain very close to you...
Save me from the beseeching calls of
a gloomiest empire. It is always ready
to enmesh me into its disheartenment.

O Gopika-kanta!
Be the lover inside me and
in the love form too...
You are the enchanter!
When you keep me safe inside your heart, I feel that
I can always be a daring brave soul!
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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.
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Your high-souled smile!

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

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

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

Shivpriya
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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.

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