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 Jul 2019 Shruti Dadhich
Raj
-Everything has purpose.
-God sends the"angel of  life" in everyone life for a life to live a beautiful ambitious life.
-Any thing happens around us for a particular reason to bring you to your destined destiny.
Every people comes in our life with some hidden powerful purpose ,
         # Some comes to teach us the
             important lessons of life.
         #Some to give us the
             required  love.
         #some  to save us from trouble.
         # and several others purposes.
Some believe it
Some not
-depend on one choice...
But i'm sure these things matter in everyone life in hidden ways.
Our connection
is ancient
Her nature being
fluid and female
"Be gentle"
She says as still
as stone
She gathers the ripples
from her slow movement
encouraging me
to speak my truth
with intention
and soft conviction
"Ask and you shall receive"

She tells us many things
the spirit of water
but we are too
loud to listen
speak to her softly
protect her
She is the life force
that will heal us
before it is too late
May we protect water everywhere.
Hatred came to fill my heart
But here it found no home.
 Jul 2019 Shruti Dadhich
Kanishka
I'm like a closed door,
Not locked just shut.
People gather around.
But none of them so bold,
Willing to cross my threshold.
Would you come in?
I'm
Tired
Of
B
R
E
A
T
H
I
N
G

Tired of

S
E
   E
    I
     N
       G

This hatred in humanity
And
The
Delicates
Being

T    O     R    N

Apart
So quickly
Without listening
To their glistening
Fragile
Beautiful words
I'm sorry, beautiful people. You all are very much so.
 Jun 2019 Shruti Dadhich
rebecca
do you have moments, where you can’t imagine a future?
you’re lying there, staring at the
same walls
same ceilings
same words
with nothing but the same feelings-
empty and pale,
like there’s no reason to go on,
when you can’t even do enough to fail.
the future is coming, but you don’t want to be in it,
can’t imagine yourself in it.
where you just want to stop.
everything.
and just sit there for a while.
maybe not death, as that’s too permanent,
but something close to it.
when you can feel the rope around your neck,
the razor on your wrist,
the way the pills taste.
you can imagine it, and you aren’t sure if it’s what you want,
or just the feelings you imagine it will give you
Is this depression?
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