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  Nov 2017 Gourav R Dwivedi
MfP
He’s the friend you never want to have
Yet leaches onto you
and never leaves
You try to hide him away
Pushing him deep into your mind
Locking him in a safe
Yet he always finds the key
He’s on the prowl
Making everything become colorless
Whispering things into your ear
“You are worthless”
He chained me to the ground
A way of no escape
Put scales on my eyes
So I could not see the light
Then I met this man
He brought the light back
He banished this maniac
He set me free
My chains our gone
I have found my freedom in his light
I find my comfort under his wings
He’s good to me
He loves me
He says I have a purpose
All these things
All these trials
Where used so I could find him
Seek him
Know him
And through this
I could find out
That he is good
#depression #sadness #findinghope #faith #jesus #god #restoration #redefinedhope #purpose #savingrace
You are worse than the deadliest poisons of the universe....
You intoxicated my system,
Effected on my nerves,
Captivating my brain and dismissing my reflexes ,
more than a poison ,
I would call you my chemotoxic poison ..
That poisoned and triggered my hormones
Which No more  listen to me but you..
In your presence they become euphoric lost in blissful trance
They are addicted to you  in whose absence they show strange symptoms..
Withdrawal symptoms ?? No love reception syndrome...
Im sure I don't wanna find anti toad for this poison.. because I love them I love him who bit me with his poison❤
Gourav R Dwivedi Nov 2017
The people i respected ,
And liked,
I saw ugly theirs,
Ugly faces,
My world of
Fairy tale ended,
It is the day
Today,
I have expanded my,
Materialistic experience,
Till now I kept surrounded
My self to thoughts I liked,
And peoples I admired,
As soon as I entered,
The reality,
My proxy shattered,
In reality
Here are so many ugly
Biased and dishonest faces,
Yes it is the day,
Today,
I put my experience in lessons,
Be silent ,
Never trust,
Never reveal,
Be like a mask,
Here are so many,
Ugly faces,
They may claim to be
Your best Friend, love, brother ,
Neighbor, classmates.
But my dear friend
Never reveal your secrets,
They will mock in your suffering,
They will take your resources,
And will leave you
When you will need them most.
And Yet they will claim,
That they are your well wishers.
My dear friend,
These are life's lessons from a
Teen who stepped into world so late.

Hide your emotions,
Intentions,
Your resources,
Never trust anyone,
Not to your own self,
Put a mask . And live
Consciously.
Life lessons from a teen
इस क़दर खो जाउ मैं आप मे की
कोई मुझे ढूंढ न पाए,
हर लम्हा इस कदर चाहु आपको की
कोई भी गम आपके पास न आए,

माना कि मैं बहुत बुरा हु,
पर सच बताऊ तो आपके बिना अधूरा हु,

गर हो कांटे आपके राहों में
वो गुलाब की पंखुड़िया बन जाए,
बारिश में आप मोरनी की तरह झूमती रहे
दुखों का साया आपसे को-सो दूर चला जाए,

माना कि इन आँखों मे आंसू बहुत है,
पर सच बताऊ तो ये दिल बेकाबू बहुत है,

गर मिलने से पहले मेरी साँसे थम जाए,
ऐ खुदा दुआ करना वो हमेशा खुश रहे
उन्हें मेरी याद न सताए........
Gourav R Dwivedi Oct 2017
नेता जी के पास दिमाग है
चलता नही, अलग बात है

नेता जी स्मार्ट हैं
कोई मानता नहीं, अलग बात है

नेता जी शरीफ हैं
लगते नहीं, अलग बात है

काफी ईज्जत है ईनकी
कोई करते दिखता नहीं, अलग बात है।

नेता जी के वादे हैं
पूरे करते नहीं, अलग बात है

नेता जी यूथ लीडर हैं
लगते नहीं, अलग बात है

नेता जी रिबन्स काटते हैं
इंफ्रास्ट्रक्चर खराब है, अलग बात है

नेता जी वैसे ईमानदार हैं
करप्शन हो जाता है, अलग बात है।
A political satire
Gourav R Dwivedi Oct 2017
देखा तुम्हें तो
लगा जैसे बर्सों की दोस्ती है ,
तुम्हारा हाथ पकड. के साथ
चलने का करता है
मेरा मन ।

मीठी सी तुम्हारी आवाज,
तुम्हें गुनगुनाते हुए
सुनने का करता है
मेरा मन ।

गोलगप्पे खाते हुए
जब तुम अजीब सा चेहरा
बनाती हो
तुम्हें देखते रहने का करता है
मेरा मन ।

तुम्हारा माँ सा स्नेह,
गहरी दोस्ती,
ओर प्रेम
पाते रहने का करता है
मेरा मन ।
A tale of a sacred heart
Golden pulse grew on the shore,
Ferns along the hill,
And the red cliff roses bore
Bees to drink their fill;

Bees that from the meadows bring
Wine of melilot,
Honey-sups on golden wing
To the garden grot.

But to me, neglected flower,
Phaon will not see,
Passion brings no crowning hour,
Honey nor the bee.
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