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 Apr 2020 Ridhu Faran
Samyukta
Sometimes I wish
You remained the same!

The conversations we had
The good times we shared
The words we said
The memories we made!

But sometimes I wish
WE remained the same!!
 Jun 2019 Ridhu Faran
Meera
He doesn't burn photographs
He doesn't join therapy sessions
He doesn't smoke too many cigarettes
Nor he drown himself into alcohol
He scratches his wounds daily
And never let them heal
He doesn't try to get rid of the pain
Instead he let it grow on him
He waters the seed of sorrow with his tears
He feeds it with the manure of old memories
He takes it to sleep with him
And nurtures it in himself
Till the moment when every single drop of his blood gets replaced by this pain
Until his fragile heart can bear no more
And his soul starts overflowing with emotions
That's when he dip his pen into this pain
And empty his heart on a piece of paper
He bares his soul for us to feel
He creates poetry that the world would cherish for centuries to come
That's how true poetry comes into existence
 May 2018 Ridhu Faran
Shaima
I chose night and regretted it every day,
I faked light and hoped you’d find the way;
I burnt my sins and tried to sell their bottled smoke,
but pretty ribbons made bare souls choke.
 Apr 2018 Ridhu Faran
Samyukta
May be I don't tell
That doesn't mean
I don't feel!

May be I don't ask
That doesn't mean
I don't care!

May be I don't talk
That doesn't mean
I don't want to!

May be I don't express
That doesn't mean
I don't love!!
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