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263 · Feb 2019
She...
Shruti Dadhich Feb 2019
She walks in proud,
With her neck high,
                Just like a mountain peak...

She walks swiftly,
Just like the waves,
Taking away many hearts,
With her heartbeat going up-&-down,
             Hiding it from all others that
                                         she's weak...

She,
The one known for proud,
Is the one filled inside with insecurities & doubt!
She,
The one notorious for proud,
In loneliness cries aloud!
She,
The one who is said the definition of beauty,
     & idol of proud,
Just wear the mask of being happy,
She hides her ugliness inside,

She,
The one who's thought to be the mistress of proud,
Is filled up with insecurities & doubt,

She,
The one surrounded by a thousand friends,
Is the one who cries every moment,
But to be happy she always pretends...

She,
The Princess of silence,
Holds the volcanoes inside...
People aren't always what they appear... There are people who need you, but will never tell....
Shruti Dadhich Aug 2018
Like after every bright  day,
                      Dark  night will come,
Like after every green spring,
                      Dry autumn will come,
In the same way,
The song of sorrow will again come on
my lips...
The song of sorrow will come again on my lips,
Like the tears come into eyes,
                  Just after that bright shine,
Like the lips became silent again,
                 After scattering a beautiful
                  smile,
Like the sky became empty again,
                 After a flooding rain,
Like After a few bright nights,
      A dark no moon night will come,
Like After a few days peace,
The storm will strike the shore,
    Like every youth will end in old age,
    Like every river will end in a sea,
In the same way the song of sorrow will again come on my lips...
Sorrow is a part of our life, after a few moments of happiness, it will again come in our life, & so instead of running away from it, let's accept it as a reality!
Based on one of my Hindi poem!
248 · Jul 2018
THOSE GODLY HANDS
Shruti Dadhich Jul 2018
The hands in whom I was given up,
The hands in whom I was brought up,
The hands by whom for all my mistakes I was forgiven,
The hands who left me alone when I was brought up,

In this alone world leaving me alone,
Somewhere else they were gone,
I never found them again....
& then the hands by whom I was given up helded me & supported me,
They showed steps of success to me,
I followed them where ever they took me,
They binded me in many binds,
but I never left them,
The hands were just like the hands of me,
With a golden ring with golden diamond,
Which enlightened,
Many lives with its brightness,
Just like that of mine,
I couldn't hold them in my hands,
& so followed to held them,
& at last those hands stopped for me,
It was like the time has stopped for me,
I heard several calls from my family members,
They were calling me,
& I felt their tears,
Only those hands were visible to me,
& leaving all the things,
I went closer & closer to those hands,
& went there breaking all the trends,
I held those hands in hands of mine,
The golden ring enlightened,
& very bright did it shine,
& I turned blind,
For the first time whole body of those hands appeared to me,
I was with Almighty!
As I looked downward,
I saw myself lying as a CORPSE,
& for me everyone was filled with tears...
Everything those hands gave me,
& losing everything I found them,
& for whole world I was dead,
But for me I got rebirth,
In the lap of Almighty...
232 · Jul 2018
A place...
Shruti Dadhich Jul 2018
I just want to go from here,
To a place where I could be more happier,
A place where I'm not known to anyone,
& I'm all free with nothing to fear,
I want nobody to be with me right now,
As I know they won't understand me now,
With no binds to make me alive,
     & no force to make me die,
I want no reason to answer anyone,
But I need a place to be unknown to everyone,
A place where I'm nothing to anyone,
A place where there is nobody to ask me questions,
      & nobody whom I shall reply,
A place where nobody is present to break my trust,
      & nobody on whom i shall rely....
If someone find such a place, then please tell me as I'm yet searching for such a place...
224 · Aug 2018
My tears!
Shruti Dadhich Aug 2018
My dear Shruti!
Who says your eyes have dried away,
Cause only I have seen your tears hiding in the ocean of emotions,
& only I have seen them coming out as pearls,
Which later on formed themselves in a beautiful structure named poems..
223 · Jul 2019
The Cursed Port (Part II)
Shruti Dadhich Jul 2019
At first,
Meeting someone like that he found scary,
But looking at her half face, especially those red shiny lips peeping from a black umbrella,
He found her a black dressed fairy!
She bent her back towards his right & rubbing her frozen fingers on his right cheek she wiped his tear!
She than came as closer as she could to his right ear,
Said in the sweetest voice he ever heard,
"Gentleman you look tired & wet;
Come to my place & have some rest!"
His eyes shaded no more tear,
Now he forgot all his fears,
& looked at her!
Falling till her waist she had dusky hair,
Curly at the ends!
As she shook her head or blowed the cold air,
They moved like snake,
Ah! With her every move she gave him a heartache!
She had deepest curves he had ever seen!
Oh, to hold her, he was so keen!
He looked at her down to upside,
With his not so experienced eyes,
& bit his lower lip in delight!
She walked lost in her own self,
Swiftly!
Oh God to herself he was now confound!
But she walked creating curves on the ground,
Like a snake,
A snake he would like to stop,
& get deliberately poisoned by her,
"But how could her poison win over Jane's elixir?"
He was confused,
& to look at her, she have him an another excuse...
-$D
& here is the part II...
Hope you guys may like it!
:-)

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