My poetry):-accidental write.
I never think to write a poem,
But when i open hello poetry,
Thoughts come on my mind,
And i write it on page,
May be its like poem or others,
But what i will do,
without writing my heart get restless,
My soul cries,
I feel lonely,
Anxiety or depression comes on my mind,
Only i give my thoughts in definite shape,
So my poetry is not planned write,
It just best on daily thoughts of 10 min,
Like an accidental write.

Love with wrong person breaks a man,
His heart pain,
Unbearable;No one can explain.

He wants to forget it,
But he doesn't,
Broken heart has no courage for it.

His blind love binned him in a rattrap,
He knows stuck like rat in rattrap,
But he wants to spend his life in rattrap,
Because,
He truly lovely with wrong person.

When i see mirror
I feel that
No one understand me
Except my image on the mirror.

L❤O❤V❤E❤ is BLIND;
L❤O❤V❤E❤ is KIND;
🤍
❤❤
🤍🤍🤍
i have FIND!❤

Life spent with someone,
For a lifetime may be meaningless,
But a few moment spent with,
Someone who really loves you,
Means that more than life itself!!!!
🦋🦋🦋

How weak is this heart......
Without any push or pull.....
Without any touches.....
It breaks....
by;
"Feelings and emotions"
And;
Unbearable pain and sorrow we faces.

Miss him like raindrops dripping on me

I want to find you, so I am willing to lose everything.

I think too much to move forward on forgetting you,Even if you go ahead with me.

Tears is filled with unseen emotions...
Their is no need of water...
emotions and feelings...
Main components...
It is mixture of...
99.9%feelings or 0.1%water...

My life is like a frog of a well
For which his whole world is well

Difference is that,
Frog happy in the well..
But human's can't live like this...

I am talking about the society where i live
Here girls are considered as burden
They have no right in present time
Neither higher education nor good care.

I was born in that hollow society
Have been in conflicts since childhood
I was fond of reading
but after that i didn't get good education
Due to thinking of my villagers and society
They think what will the girls do by reading and writing
Due to this thinking no girl is given higher education.
They are married at a young age
But i thought i don't want to be like them
I used to speak to the housemates since childhood, I have to go out to study
But they are not ready...
I weep daily for this
why i'm a girl?
But then thought of wiping tears
I have to change the thinking of people who think that girls cannot do anything.

Everything was depend on my 10th exam
My father said,if you got good marks than i will send you out of village for higher education..
I was belong a poor family no more light
Without teacher i read
And i got the rank 1st on my district,
Than after,No one is ready to send me out of town for study...
I'm weeping loudly for 2 days..
I said,i will left house if you do not read...

Than in last time i take admission out of my village for higher education
We don't know about the institute where i take admission
There was no much good education
I was Hindi board student
But that was CBSE...English board
After that,
I study well on there but not get good marks...
My family thinks about me,
Went to go out,she changed..mean that they think i'm bad
Sometimes I think that everyone is misunderstanding me because of that mark, my own people don't believe me
It's been difficult for me to live in this environment
But what i will do if it is write in my destiny.

Sometimes i ask god,
Those who have nothing, are happy in their place because they believe in them.
But don't believe me on my own
But i know i have to come out of my life

I feel like my life is too difficult
I just wan't to out of such situation
And for this i am trying
I hope I succeed soon.

''My Struggle is my inspiration"

Yes
I know
I'm not a poet like You.

You know
Tie words in pearl of beads
But can't.

You know
chosen heart from your heart warming words
But i can't.

You have an art
But i haven't

Yes
O know
I'm not a poet like you

If you want to do something for me,
Throw me like a flower in the crematorium,
i you can...
Build a palace for me in the crematorium,
because;
I was died while living,
Your words have broken my heart like a dagger,
I want to die.
There is no love now;
In that crematorium at least i want to live the next life,
Like a queen.....!!

Today a friend of mine call me
Question🧠Answer..?
she asked me about  preparation of exam...
I said her;
Not so good but i will tried to give my best.

After few seconds...

She asked;
why not so good?
I replied to her,
Poetry is my passion;after a long time i again write again it on hello poetry.
So i don't give my full concentration on study now.

few times later...

she asked me;
Is your heart not broken?
I replied to her;
No...
Why you asked me like this question?
she replied;
"Often people become poets after breaking heart"

REALLY,
PEOPLES BECOME POETS AFTER BREAKING HEART

🤍I have nothing to lose🤍
🤍because🤍
🤍I lost everything I lost my love🤍
🤍My existence🤍
🤍Nothing i have to lost again🤍
🤍Lost love🤍

Too cry is an art
🌸🌸🌸
Too laugh is also an art
🌸🌸🌸
But;
Crying and laugh together is real art.
🌸🌸🌸

I left to walk on the road
where there is cloud of sorrow
and rain of pain.

Her eyes were deep like sea
and i was thirsty like diver
when we saw each other
it seemed like
moment just stopped
our one min is equal to thousand year
in which all the happiness of life was.