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Lydia 9h
I know you’re in my soul group
you have been with me me through all of my lifetimes
an energy like ours has met before
spun circles around one another and blended our colors
we knew it before we spoke a word
you speak to me when you say nothing because we have said the words already
I know you like a memory
a remembering from a past life where we’ve been together once
and a knowing that one day our souls will sit together again
but I miss you for now
Lydia 11h
Nothing is that black and white
the differences in gray tones are endless
you can be sure of something this year and not at all the next
complicated emotions continue to follow me as I get older
each one bringing a new twist along with it when they show up
what is life without passion?
are our morals more important than our desires even though we have one life to live?
I don’t mean to be a bad person
or do bad things
I’m still 13
looking for that thing
trying to scratch that itch
find my happiness
and I’m 30
what is bad to you feels really good to me
bringing tiny sparks to give me a flicker of hope
to keep going in a world where Myself is burning out
Friends
What really are friends?
People who are there for you
Whenever you need

People you confide in
People you choose to spend time with
And to laugh with

But

Are they still your friends
If you have feelings for them?

What if they become more than friends?

Then you do everything a friend would do
Except you do it on a deeper level
With a deeper connection

After that happens
Can you still be friends when it’s over?

What if
We can’t

I was never his friend
I do not know how to be friends
I always had feelings for him
I just wish we would not be strangers

But here we are
It's never been like this before.
Not as far as I can remember.
Your words, your mind, your voice, your smile...
Familiarity, down to strange details.

The way I feel I can read your mind as you debate an approach.
The way you likely notice me, pretending to not notice you.
Yet we both avoid meeting a gaze as the distance closes...

Smile, greeting, small talk, laughter...

...Touch....

And time stops - if for at least a second.

...Breathe, smile, banter...
A few seconds of silence and I've tripped on the tension.

Quick diversion. depart.
Lydia 2d
Life has been all ******
No ******
The build up is great but the letdown leaves me feeling cheap
You are the butterfly
that softly whooshes
between my ribcage
and that flutters
around my heart
aiding in its job
of moving the carcass
that is my body.

Even if you oddly
revert your
metamorphosis
and stay still
next to me
and rest in a cocoon
allowing silence
to rule for a day or two
perhaps
I've hurt you
and that's your way
to regenerate
from my unintentional
hurt.

As I lay in bed
I do the same
I go back
to my own cocoon
I shelter myself
out of site
but I'm no
butterfly.
Piyush 3d
An ignorant friend, that’s what he is,
Yet always kind—no moment missed.
He looked my way, but never spoke,
A bond once built, then quietly broke.

Why is it so difficult,
To grow, to be an adult?
I see him now,
Trying to ignore me somehow.

Did he ever care?
Or was it just me,
Clinging to echoes
Of what could never be?

I reached out in laughter,
In silence, in pain—
But he stayed in his world,
Like sun behind rain.

So I smile and move on,
Accepting he's gone,
But I still wanna talk to him,
In his sleep, in quiet dreams.
A few days ago, I wrote Silent Celebration for her birthday—a gift she’ll never see.
But I kept wondering… what if I imagined her side of the silence?
This is that voice—her perspective.
We’ve clicked zero photos, Motu
Not a single frame to freeze us in pixels,
No smiling selfie, no captured chai cup,
No picture to prove we were ever “us.”

But what is proof, when da soul remembers?
When da eyes hold stories no lens can capture,
When silences between us have said more
Than any caption ever could.

We are a friendship without filters,
A story written in whispers,
And not crafted for timelines
We are da invisible thread, Krishna tied
Without needing flash or filters.

We fought…yes!!!
More than we should’ve.
I don’t know whose nazar passed over our bond
But I know it’s not stronger than what we’ve built.

You say this equation is difficult…
I agree.
But I also know da rarest bonds…
Are never easy to explain,
They are only meant to be felt!!!

Motu, I might be flawed,
But my intentions, they’re sacred.
Like temple bells at dawn,
Like verses whispered in Vrindavan’s breeze.

I didn’t come to this course to find anyone…
But I found you!!!
And that’s the twist in da story
My biggest gift wrapped in an unwanted journey.

So yes, we’ve clicked zero photos.
But we’ve lived a thousand moments.
Moments that breathe in my notebooks,
Moments tucked between lectures and lingering glances,
Moments scribbled in blue ink on your kurta,
Moments that feel more real than any frozen frame.

Ours is not a story for Instagram.
It’s a sacred secret shared between
A boy who fumbled with words
And a girl who saw right through da silence.

And someday, when life scatters us like paper boats,
When people ask me… Do you have a photo of her?
I’ll smile softly and say,
No… but I have everything else.
                                                                               By:- Kanishk Baghel
Roxy 5d
You said we're gonna be just fine,
And fooled me once again

I took a knife you've stabbed me with
and killed a million men.
Amen.
Resentment hits in the middle of a good day
demanding you let it creep in
like the grimy spiders
spinning their web of lies
& those slithery snakes
with their venomous bites
the ones that killed you
& made you die
about a hundred times

Resentment is by far
the hardest lesson of all
Rising above it
setting it to the side
& out of your mind
so you can continue
holding your breath
moving on with a smile
a little dark, but true. feel your feels, but don't stay there for too long.
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