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I'm still shy,
And it's not a lie.
They ask me, why?
But I don't have a proper reply!

This fact, I can't deny!
That, I'm an unsocial guy.
They ask me to give it a try,
But I can't talk to them eye to eye.

I'm a person with no social ally,
Because I know, they all are a sly.
Yet sometimes, I look for them nearby,
Mostly then, when my pain leads me to cry!

Now, it's time to identify,
In actual, who am I?
Am I born to be a societal fly?
Or, I'm destined to chase the sky?
A flow of rhymes....
Sly - cunning
She plucked hibiscus flower
And put it on her ear,
She laugh boisterously and
Even dance with the raindrops.

But dear, have you seen the sadness tucked in her eyes?

π’‡π’π’“π’ˆπ’Šπ’π’ˆ π’Žπ’‚π’”π’Œ π’†π’—π’†π’“π’š π’π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’•,
π’„π’π’π’„π’†π’‚π’π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’†π’—π’†π’“π’š π’˜π’π’–π’π’…,
π’˜π’†π’‚π’“π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒂 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒅 π’”π’Žπ’Šπ’π’† 𝒂𝒏𝒅
π’„π’‚π’ˆπ’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒉𝒆𝒓 π’†π’Žπ’π’•π’Šπ’π’π’”.

In the deep of night,
You'll see the brightest star
β€”her teary eyes,
Wounded by her subtle battle.

                           β€”π’”π’‘π’“π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’Ž.
spring m. is simply my pseudonym.
 Dec 2020 Vanshika
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you
if only i could chase you with pizza but shots don't work like that
 Dec 2020 Vanshika
 Dec 2020 Vanshika
Is there a vaccine
that stops us being mean?
Ready for Homeless and Queen!
A vaccine that heals this routine
And keeps you away from the slot machine;
That makes economics less obscene;
That will wash every sin, dry clean;
And will keep you forever at nineteen?
A minus 70Β° vaccine to fight global warming and be green.

Maybe you don’t need a vaccine
If you travel in a limousine!
 Dec 2020 Vanshika
Women in my life
have lifted me up
My heart was but brittle, hardened clay

Gently and slowly on the potter's wheel
My heart was spun
by a village of mothers
Formed to beat again
Formed to love
 Dec 2020 Vanshika
Satvik gupta

Back then ,

we were lost in love .

And now,

The love lost us .
Sad music enters
 Dec 2020 Vanshika
Kirsten Tomlin
when i laid my heart on the table ,
at the first moment we met ,
did you not see
the red flags
woven together to form
a beating,
bleeding vessel?

i warned you of my flaws
u said it was okay
i told you i wasn't stable and that "crazy" wasn't an unfamiliar term
and you told me nothing could be worse than what you'd already seen.

but here we are again, in this
familiar conversation -
different person ,
same sentiment.
"you need help."
 Dec 2020 Vanshika
David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
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