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When you see someone crying,
You should help.

You saw her cry,
You didn’t help.

But I was bowling my eyes out,
And she was barely sniffling.
Alfira N Jul 12
the lords on the clouds
so high, so strong
the sun was covered
my vision blackened
i walk slow, stumbled
in the dark, stranded

and though i’m blinded
my Lord is somewhere above
higher,
bigger,
stronger
Yash Shukla Jul 11
काश वक़्त को थामना संभव होता,
मैं हमेशा के लिए वक़्त रोक देता।
ज़िंदगी के उस पल को, मैं
थोड़ी और देर जी लेता।

काश अपने दुख बाँटने को
कोई अपना साथ होता,
ज़िंदगी का यह सफ़र
थोड़ा आसान बन जाता।

हमेशा अपने सामने की आवाज़ सुनो,
सामने हर कोई अच्छा बोलता है।
पीछे की आवाज़ को सिर्फ़ अकेले में सुनना –
दर्द का अहसास एक झटके में मिलता है।

कभी अपने कर्म को मत रोकना,
लोगों का काम तुम्हें बुरा-भला ही कहना है।
अपने खराब नसीब के लिए तो
हर कोई भगवान को भी कोसता है।
यह कविता २२ जनवरी २०२२ को लिखी गई है
Yash Shukla Jul 11
आयुष्याच्या प्रत्येक टप्प्यावर
चढण्याची केली घाई,
कुठे हरवला आनंद माझा
मलाच कळालं नाही.

स्वप्नं मोठी, इच्छा जास्त –
पण मेहनत केली नाही,
कुठे हरवला आनंद माझा
मलाच कळालं नाही.

सर्वांनी मला सावध केलेले,
पण मी लक्ष दिलं नाही,
कुठे हरवला आनंद माझा
मलाच कळालं नाही.

मेहनतीशिवाय मार्ग मला
कोणताच दिसत नाही,
हरवलेला आनंद माझा
मी पुन्हा शोधत राही.
ही कविता ०२ ऑगस्ट २०२० रोजी लिहिलेली आहे
Kalliope Jul 11
I’m shaking, I’m breaking, I don’t know what to say,
I know I have faults, but you made me this way.
I grew you gardens, you smashed them to the ground,
Made me feel like I was horrible to be around.

You’d do anything for me, a knight at my heel,
But when I got comfortable, that’s when you got real.
Suit of armor discarded, no time to waste,
I must submit and forget freedom’s taste.

I can’t trust your kindness, it always feels fake,
Anxiety peaked, each smile feels like a mistake.
I tunneled out, broke away from your ground,
But you broke my mind, my thinking unsound.

If someone is kind, my heart starts to race,
Because kindness once ended with knuckles to my face.
Trust in this world is so hard to be found,
I’m trying to heal, but I’m being too loud.

Yet I don’t know any other way,
Than to scream my thoughts and even my pain.
It’s up and down, this chaos I’m feeling,
It’s bitterly exhausting—
But I guess that’s just healing.
I want off this rollercoaster ride
I want away from this unsteady tide
I hate feeling like this at night
I know, I know it'll be alright
Yash Shukla Jul 11
जगात एकटेच येता,
जगातून एकटेच जाता,
मग आयुष्यात तुम्ही कोणावर
कशाला अवलंबून राहता?

इथं कोणीच नसतं कोणाचं,
"तो आहे माझा..." असं फक्त म्हणायचं,
मदतीला मात्र कोणीही येत नाही,
सगळे बघतात फक्त आपल्याच फायद्याचं.

जग आहे अतिशय वाईट,
सगळेच म्हणतात "नो मोअर फाईट",
मग समोर येतात वाईट बातम्या –
"... वॉस किल्ड लास्ट नाईट."

बायकांना दिला जातो त्रास,
लोकांना मारणं समजलं जातं खास,
कधी वाटतं संपून जावं सगळं,
थांबून जावा एकसाथ सगळ्यांचा श्वास.
ही कविता १८ मार्च २०२० रोजी लिहिलेली आहे
I’m at a stand-still with you.

You ask for my advice.
I give it.

You don’t like it.
I offer something different.

Not good enough.
Then figure it out yourself.

I need your help.
Then I need you to accept it.

I paddle this verbal boat forward.
And you paddle it back.

We’re not really going anywhere.
Just making a splash.
Had a conversation with a friend… she likes to talk in circles. :)
Chris Pea Jul 5
Pulling away, leaving behind
the memories, the love, the warmth, my mind

Picking up speed, escaping the past
the worries, the pain, the anguish, outcast

Accelerating, visions are beginning to blur
inside, screaming, twisting, longing for her

Speeding, the machine, vibrating it shakes
it might just be me, do I have what it takes

Fighting to hold on, I am hitting the bend
excitement, release, approaching the end

Sliding, screaching, tyres trying to hold
an instant of noise, pain, it's getting so cold

No longer the senses, no sight, smell or touch
although floating away, I remember so much

will I find her again, will she recognise me
did I do the right thing, will I finally be free
Chrys Jul 7
People look to me to solve their problems
Fix their lives, make everything okay
But what if I myself am a puzzle
An unsolvable equation
Then who gets to fix me?
rooftops are where you forgot about me.
you were up so high—
you didn't think to look down at my face.
while you were on rooftops,
i was kneeling on the ground,
wondering when you'd return.
but you simply glanced over the precipice,
knowing full well, that
you were never coming back.
A close friend of mine spent 4th of July watching fireworks with her other friend on his rooftop. Her not celebrating the holiday with me hurt me more than I care to admit.
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