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tanvi sharma Jan 2020
oh! what it would feel like to be understood for once;
if your mom understood its frustrating to live up to her expectations;
if your dad got you don't want to do everything according to his rule book ;
if your parents knew that the swollen hand print on your back will not make you think the way they do;
if they understood that embarrassing their children doesn't act as a motivation;
if they said what will make you feel better about your already pathetic personality;
if they got the little things,and were the ones that made you feel better,instead of the ones that made your eyes pour .
parents are an important part of our lives and i believe that the way we are raised shapes our personality to a great extent. there were a few  details i picked up from different movies and series that made me write this one.
tanvi sharma Jan 2020
The scariest thought hits me every once in a while;
i only have this life that is truly mine,
everything else is just an illusion
that is dragging me down with this addiction;
this cell phone,this television,this fashion of dressing up for perfection.
i am surrounded by stupid trends drowning me one after another;
i am so deep into this mess i no more say, "i love you" to my mother;
i am busy loving characters, i forget to love myself;
i am hustling for  the best pictures,i forget people starve to death;
i am so lost running around,proving my worth,i forget it myself;
i was so ******* in my phone,i didn't even notice her last call in death.
It really is sad, what has happened to me, to this world,to us all.
This one precious life i have ,i am wasting away ******* in this turmoil , when i should be setting fires to my wings and flying.
the world to day is very much spoiled and drowns us all into its depth,to some extent.
just another challenge to the long list that we have given birth to.
tanvi sharma Mar 2020
her hands shaking,
her voice trembling,
her heart beating faster by the second;

HER HANDS SHAKING,
HER VOICE TREMBLING,
HER HEART BEATING BY THE SECOND.

but she won't give up.
something i wrote in to calm myself down when i was losing control over my body because of my fear
tanvi sharma Nov 2019
For a moment there i felt all sorted.
Then i looked around at other people and now I'm ****** up again.
tanvi sharma Mar 2020
i lied,
to you, to them ....to me.
i stopped
the act to rest and breathe
i looked,
deep within ,and saw the real me
i realised,
that i'm exactly what i believed i wouldn't be.
i don't ever want to lie to myself again...but its something i am very good at
tanvi sharma Jan 2020
I'm scared
I'm lonely
I'm empty
but I'm not .

I'm tired
I'm burned out
I'm passionless
but I'm not .

I'm rude
I'm selfish
I'm careless
but I'm not .

I'm lost
I'm crying
I'm quiet
but I'm not .

I'm full of excuses.
this poem about self pity turned out to be a realization about how humans are great at finding excuses to escape what gives discomfort.
tanvi sharma May 2020
its your laugh
i can still hear it,
still feel it

its your laugh
it makes me smile,
but then i get tears in my eyes

its your laugh
i wonder if i will ever forget
tanvi sharma Feb 2020
it hurts
but
what if  this is just my excuse.
tanvi sharma Jan 2020
from embracing the stage and dancing my emotions
to being scared of it,
from sketching for expression and heal depression
to being detached from it,
from talking my heart out
to keeping thoughts sealed in,
from loving people for the good in them
to always pointing out the faults,
from going out and enjoying
to staying in and sulking,
from loving my body
to criticizing it from every angle,
from trying to improve myself
to fix myself.
when you are sick of what you've become and miss your old self
tanvi sharma Feb 2020
in my dreams I am fearless
that's why sleep so much.
so stupid but true
tanvi sharma Feb 2020
I don't want to cry anymore
I don't want to feel weak
but it just won't stop hurting.
tanvi sharma Mar 2020
you made me bleed,
and that reminded me I'm alive
tanvi sharma Nov 2019
What makes me hate humans so much ? its the fact that they ruined everything;
i hate the fact that i will never take in fresh ,unpolluted air into my lungs.
that every time i take a deep breath it tastes like smoke
that when i look up at night i barely see stars
that when i look down,all i see is tar
that the birds i used to watch all day  are slowly going away
that the insects which wandered this garden are no more there
that the tree in front of my house now gives less flowers
that when it doesn't rain it looks like all plants are covered with flour
that the news these days is full of suffering sea animals
that every other place is being used for dumping chemicals

that humans.......... are the worst of all;
i hate this feeling inside me that fears a loss of connection,the connection with nature .
i fear more that ever because earlier at least i had hope but now it just feels impossible to make a difference in a world where people care more about their profile picture than the beauty of nature.
sometimes i get this dark thought:i want to watch when the world ends.
actually ,i believe the world wont end only humans will,and i want to take pleasure in that site.
maybe i am just being too aggressive about it but i truly hate humans;
they are,in my opinion,destructive intruders;
they are the perfect example of "too much of everything is harmful",which in their case is - brain.
they just spoil and destroy and manipulate according to their wants,and then go around throwing their morals.
tanvi sharma Jan 2020
A tear drop flows,burning my cheek,
and onto the paper i write,
the drop then makes the paper ignite;
the anger, the frustration , the hidden agitation,
along with the paper go bright,
leaving my mind at rest for the night.
this poem came from my realization of how writing, in a sense, sets me free .
there are certain thing that i can't speak out loud at time, but writing them down liberates me of that burdening thought.
you
tanvi sharma Aug 2020
you
millions before you,
millions after,
millions around you,
but you are not full of laughter:

you are full of worry and fear,
because you think the trivia is what matters,
but at the end none of us do
only how we felt in the time we passed through;

so why not make it full of laughter and originality?
why not make it full of ourselves?
why not forget what others think?
why not do what we want in a blink.
tanvi sharma Jan 2020
you are dying ,so am i,
and so is everyone else.
Now,do we decide to be killed by time
                         or
                    get up
            and really be alive
                          ?
tanvi sharma Feb 2020
you left,
but  I don't know if I miss you out of  love or regret.

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