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You think
my sympathy
is a smoothie
you can just stir?





Eh, no.
The world's moral compass
has gone awry.
Dear Harshi,

Some people leave you,
Some people move on.
Some people act like they are there,
but honestly, they don't really care.
Some people love you outside,
Some love you inside-out.

There are weird people out there.
But hey, I'm here for you, darling.

Love,
Harshi.
You're here for yourself, right?
And like a spider,
he wove a web.

And like a fly,
she fell into it.
SHE
She was firm,
But she was told to be velvety.

She couldn't shed a tear from her eyes,
But she was told that its a trait of a "Lady".

She had self respect,
But she was told to bow down.

She wanted to chase her dreams,
But she was told that it's not her right.

She loved to flirt,
But she was told that she could only do it with one.

She knew how to fly,
But she was told that "It's not her wings".
She patriarchy dreams women
 Apr 2020 Sharvish Cheekhoory
Em
i never used to smoke
but since you left,
it’s the only time i can seem to breathe
Pehli baar jab tujhe dekha
To hairaan hi reh gaya
Ki khuda ne kuchh itna khubsurat bhi banaya tha ,
Ha, main toh bas dekhta hi reh gaya .

Tab tak zindagi bas kat rahi thi
Kabhi zindagi ke baare mein socha na tha,
Par uss din ek ek pal ,ek ek lamha
Kai saalo sa lag raha tha.

Vo teri do pal ki muskurahat
Mere liye saari zindagi ban gayi thi
Tune jo apna munh fera toh meri saanse Ruk gayi thi .

Kehte hain , ki pyaar usse kiya jaata hai jiski tum izzat kar sako ,
Jisne apne aap ko saabit kiya ** ,
Jo tumhari barabri ka ** .

Main uss waqt pehle number pe hua karta tha ,
Meri izzat aur rutba hua karta tha .
Uss waqt mauka tha fir bhi keh na paaya ,
Aaj keh raha hoon kyunki fir pata nahi mauka mile ya na mile.
This is my first poem in hindi ever written. This is about my first love . Please be kind .
More than the virus,
Fear is spreading like wildfire.
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