Srishti

Srishti 5d

took a look at amiable
to be victim of
despair core
concealed blue
shivering soul
apprehension fever

sometimes we don't tell or hear we feel

#nothing

Srishti Jul 20

Every elder daughter is an assassin —
of the
child
inside her,
of the
dreams
she once saw,
of the
happiness
she deserved,
of the
weakness
she was
allowed to have,
of the
little girl
who was
immature,
of the
feelings
she had,
of the
fear
she hid,
and of
herself.

why these assassin don't feels guilty and no one stops them?

#assassin #child #elderdaughter

Srishti Jul 17

Just a drop

Simultaneously,
a drop of
time fell
on a
barren land.
goes on… goes on…
created a
pond.
goes on… goes on…
created a
lake.
goes on… goes on…
created
half a sea.
goes on… goes on…
created
an ocean.
goes on… goes on…
created a
planet.
goes on… goes on…
created a
galaxy.
goes on… goes on…
created
millions of galaxies.
goes on… goes on…
created a
universe.
goes on… goes on…
created uncountable
universes…
goes on… goes on…
And still,
it goes on…

time and universes will never end

#universes #cosmos #drop

Srishti Jul 16

Every history class

Time becomes slow, and my droopy eyes fall asleep due to gravity. The only thing I learned in my history class is to sleep with my eyes open.

Hats off to those who love to study this complex subject. I'm not saying this to everyone; it's just my personal opinion.

#history

Srishti Jul 13

Answers I Never Said

When someone asked me:
“What did you
get from being
good?”
I said —
“Nothing.”

“What did you
get for being
quiet?”
I said —
“Guilt.”

“What did you
get by being
the elder?”
I said —
“Expectations.”

“What did you get
from being
innocent?”
I said —
“A title:
'Poor girl'.”

“What did you get
by helping
everyone?”
I said —
“Betrayal.”

It's said that Sometimes saying no is good. but what if you don't know how to say no.

#expectations #guilt #betray #nothing

Srishti Jul 12

Petals of Sorrow

Life seems to be dark,
with no hope
of light.
Dreams are more
beautiful
than
real life.

With my
weeping heart,
dipped
in the blood of
sorrow,
the petals of a
flower shed,
and what’s
left behind —
is the
dryness of sadness.

pain in our heart always brakes the person mantle heath

#pain #sadness #sorrow

Srishti Jul 9

Question of my soul

Is being fair, beauty?
Is the moon, beauty?
Is being attractive, beauty?
Is being popular, beauty?
Is a flower, beauty?
Is being good, beauty?

What do humans call beautiful?
Something that favors them — that’s what they call beautiful.

But sometimes,
things are beautiful even when they look ugly...
Like how Beauty fell in love with a Beast.

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#beauty #beast