Perceive it through caring eyes!

Wiping your tears away
would help a soul to find its contentment!

I love your smile!
Your tears are not a gladdening thing!
They are sorrowful and lonely!

Subversion of trust is not there!
So, don't cry!

A sudden and simple
crack leads a passage
to our inherent valency!

The compound of love is
our savior here!

The designated spark is too
diligent to be able
to understand your language!
So, don't cry!
Substantive growth is there.
It is feeding yourself with faith!
An immediate contrast help
is always required.
It is presiding with your
inner performer!
So, don't cry!

This indication of advancement in feelings is
imposing a person and, that is you!
Something which is arising to create anew
that is you!
So, don't cry!
©️shivpoetesspriya

Poetizing side of critiquing light!

The poets write.
They love their decisiveness.
If the literature has to rank according to the involvement of their motives, then creativity, which is amicable, can imagine itself to have the sentence to death.

Any series of limitations can rage but can't stop anyone. Let the independent commemoration treat its principles with the verses of love.

Those are diligently committed to coordination for rising poetically.
They will contribute their lyricism of heart.
©shivpoetesspriya

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While losing a striking point, you have become the mentioned & rumored politician!
The stained thoughts, their limited vision, and understanding are minute seams emerging to be perceived assumptions by the eyes of the public!
The impacting value of harshness that one is unspared of is the same element erected in different platforms and used as an opponent for a decaying political stature.
Would you care to ask these questions to yourself?
The ladder to heightened leadership shined brightly on your head.
Goodness is a choice; if that is the base of your outcome, then it would not contain even the slightest molecule of the mentioned dirt.
Have a look.
How my, not a sugar fluff- wants to convey it.
I hope this has its imprint to be a perfect barring to your ears to stop the flow of your spiteful ideas!
The unaware and divided attention remains maligned in its efforts to capture the state of your estranged heart to quell your dreamy hunger.
Your powered pirate is no lesser than excited storage that prefills its spirit of boasting with smugness.
The tables on which you work have heard about your intended voices to achieve gain over the death of issuance principles.
The sick idea of enjoying the misfortune of others and your decaying thoughts are soaked in gloated agreements and trying to achieve their motive with the helping hands of your mouth!
You see the workings of your regular and malevolent plane!
Your outer appearance exhibits your pretense of averting.
I am sure the dressing of your intellect is constantly rebuffing the distaste of your unaccomplishment.
©️shivpoetesspriya

Prose for my appeasing days!

O divinely botheration!
My sanguineness is constantly entranced
by your divinizing providence.
The brimming merriment shines with
your blessings of perceiving intuitiveness.

You are the emanating joy of pureness.
The nevertheless decidedly appetency
wants to remain closer to you.

O feeling of love!
O question of love!
O emotional and psychological strength!!!
Come through the actual song and set me free!
©️shivpoetesspriya

Refined feelings

These negotiable
notes are leaving behind
their formalities and
are now apparently
seeming to stare their
very attributes that makes
up a concept and intension.

May be there is no
resistance.
The intelligibleness
accepts the fact that
this aching thing is not going to leave
any part which is growing.
But I feel the capability of
getting extracted is rejoicing
your affection in an easy-going manner.

It is a perfect ace which
is hitting the right road!
Broken horizons can be the
beginning of a new concept!
©️shivpoetesspriya

Once upon a time, a small pond was surrounded by mesmerizing yellow flowers. It reminded me of how much I adore the things I love.
The realization of this moment filled my heart with the sound of chirping birds!
The cuckoo sang with its brightest tone from the rooftop branch.
My eyes brimmed with tears as I enjoyed the sight of a mother swan cuddling its tiny tot beside the pond. A yellow duckling saw the affection of the mother swan and ran towards them, but by then, it was too late.

As buzzing bees, chirping birds, and insects grew louder, I watched the sky transform into a beautiful array of colors as it moved forward.

I saw some rocks scattered around the trees and pond near me. They stood alone in their presence. They were the only company I had at the moment. There was no one else around but me.
Today, I can sing. I can hear birds singing and see a beautiful swan cuddling its baby!

But today, I am alone, sitting near this pond, looking at myself in the reflection of my image falling in the pond.
I hold on to my preferences to understand myself. How can I learn without being attached to anything?

Every day as I walk by the same pond, I notice the trees and flowers becoming more beautiful, with new fruits hanging from their branches. I also see birds enjoying the fruits.

I am still learning the dedicated approach from a committed nature.

The beautiful flowers and trees often remind me that my inside weather is not always okay, but I am learning to deal with the atmosphere I encounter wherever I go!

The wet tears are not always sunny. I hope to find answers to my internal monologues someday.
©shivpoetesspriya

Sahme hue dukhon ne
jab mujhe sataaya, tab
bikharne se bachaya
tumne!

Uski zinda chalakti
hui umang, ka khayaal
rakha tumne!

Ye alfaazon ke
ehasaas hain,
abhi bhi bekhabar!

Inki behaki si naraazgi
abhi bhi laati hai,
aankhon
mein nammi!

Dil tootne ki awaaz nai hoti,
isliye bachalo muje.
Ye gam-gusaar dil dhundta hai
tumara aetbaar!


Shivpriya
#beautifulthingsandemotions
#hindipoem

Sadly it's ananthous but unbiased!

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

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

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

The dignity speaks for itself!

Shivpriya
#shivpoetesspriya

I am stumbling on my
way of floaty glumly situation,
Where it still allows me to reach up
to the surface which is dipped in the
swash of wear and tear.
Its color shows the scenario of
let it go and let it be, which is
quiet distressing.


Being helpless, I do see
there is scope for creating
and enkindling the finely art of poetry,
which has an ongoing
unitedly sporting endurance.

I feel amazed about how the
faithfulness rewards one person
with the relievedly form of calmness.

It has the wind of dance which
admires you to the core of
encomiums and paeans.
It is also very keen to hug you tenderly.

Please help! I don't wish to
be in the deep end of their blurredly bawls.
I want you to grasp my hand and
continue holding it!

-Shivpriya
#shivpoetesspriya

You looked at me,  
But I did not look at you.  
I looked away, far away, so that I could feel more about you.  

The shining eyes of your heart shine in my heart and make me feel loved.  
Those shining eyes of yours make me feel happy.

You looked at me,  
I looked away, away and far away...  

I felt you right inside my heart...  

I hope I never miss these moments again.  
©shivpoetesspriya

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

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

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

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

The droplets from my eyes looked
after its avowedly hard-won call!

The love which is so real,
is present in
its perpetual affinities.

Your everlasting
smile is like the gusto,
experienced in the songs of
a bounteous soul.

- I am trying to reticulate the pattern on jocund strings of my lyrical heart!

Shivpriya
#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

When I saw your face,  
Did I miss the light in your black?  
Did I miss looking at your kindness in the black?  
Did I miss your black somehow?  
Did I miss looking at your heart in your black?  
Did I miss you?  
Did I miss looking at your black?  
Did I miss looking at the color of your face?  
Did I miss looking at your gleaming smile?  
Did I miss that twinkle when you smiled?  
Did I miss you after all?  
©shivpoetesspriya

Sub title: A doting experience originated from a likable form!

Carefree prudence vested me with the ability of discernment to act meticulously at the core of its functioning. Its supplemented and accompanying thoughtfulness clustered around the empty corners of my heart.

The impressions of adducible thinking and reasoned implicatures were the witnesses of my heartbroken valley. The erosional movements in the emotional pieces of my actuating heart formed the hollowing surface of this valley. Regarding quality and its authenticating moments are the staunch fillers of the elongated sealer of my broken heart. The inveterate enthusiasm allows the inner depth to keep solemnizing this place of worship.

The soft pulsating center inside the lining of the sealing kept glowing with the steady bright red color implying the inclination of a fiery aglow from the stark mark of the center of my heart.

I recommended myself to be entranced with its displayed learning. And to my unanticipated wonderment, I saw a primary radiating logical forte with the objective of unbiased loveliness, and there wasn't any sign of deliberation and weakness.

This perceiving manner appears to be such a fresh piece of certainty as if I had drunk the cup of easing lucidity. However, these relief feelings hold the unquestioning beliefs by enhancing their inner impressions to support their accompanying nature and its affinity.

The morale thus stays agile by demonstrating its fine and chief point!
©️shivpoetesspriya

The joyous pink color keeps yearning to get along with the yellow light. It keeps defying the blackness that gets in the way but sadly fails.

But this time, the blackness gave up its interest in front of the pink light. The pink in me also got lucky and rejoiced with the dancing yellow light.

Yes, this time, the pink in me was able to defend itself from the blackness and won.

Later on, the blackness yearned for the shade of pink. The pink, as usual, kept yearning to mingle with the yellow light and rejoiced while dancing with the yellow color.

©shivpoetesspriya

Insulting is not how I will clear this fact to you that your fake diplomacy and pretentious character are the worst and weak factors that will cause your fall.

Do you report back to your emotions in that fake diplomacy? When you have the ideas of vengeance and damaging others. Your speech won't support the inner format of hard-hearted diplomacy (Where little constructive and positive way would come up).
In this case, either you will leave behind many traces of the building of your traps and eventually fail upon your ideas.

U keep that diplomatic tone of the speech very high. But instead of supporting the innovative inner perspective of genuine diplomacy, you are always rejoicing with erroneous ideas.

Does creativity happen from negativity?

Genuine diplomacy is a creative process. Believe it or not, it has much to do with the person's genuineness which is absent on your part.

The genuineness carries the procedure of the walk-the-talk process.
Your friends who are likely hailing your bad ideas may mend their behavior to soothe the feelings of many by building a vision of achieving success on your failing.

They don't realize it is their first hole in the ship of success, from where they demand this smashing triumph.

Who is at a loss here? You, your sinful ideas, and people forge more bad ideas by enjoying your failure.

©️shivpoetesspriya

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

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

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!

©️shivpoetesspriya

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!
©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

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'm bidding farewell to the emotions of Your faraway eyes looking at a distance.
It is a farewell to the voidness that faces the nature of the two-way streets.
Those streets bother me.
Despite having no information or communication, it influences my assumptions and interpretations.
I know those eyes,
They are not angry with me.

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

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

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

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

This sadness has a brave art of a sailing heart.
It encapsulates the wheels of sorrow, ready to embrace the necessary and unavoidable cup of suffering.
©shivpoetesspriya

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

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

Tears don't dry.
They come out in drops and get absorbed under the skin!

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

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

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

Teardrops don't dry up!
They become absorbed under our skin, and we find the courage to move forward in their fiery glow.
©shivpoetesspriya

The internal scrabble of grief!

My mariposa is free!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

©shivpoetesspriya

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
#shivpoetesspriya

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

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

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

Shivpriya
#shivpoetesspriya

The perspicacity seems to end all of the melancholiness!


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

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

- Yours forsaken melody
©️shivpoetesspriya

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

The way you smile and talk is difficult to imagine.

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

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

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

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

I want to know about the new color that the appearance of my faith would like to take up!
©shivpoetesspriya

The pink heart and its reverence!

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

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

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

-Inner tuning with faithful revivification
©️shivpoetesspriya

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

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

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

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

The releasing my glue spot for feeling your horizon!

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

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

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

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

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.

©shivpoetesspriya

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!
©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

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

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

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