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  Nov 2018 Smriti
The Non-Poet
life is like
when you're
a little kid
and you
discover that
there is more
than twenty-four
crayons in the box
that there is
the possibility
of forty-eight colors
of sixty-four
of one-hundred and twenty
that there are
so many shades
of love and anger and peace and despair
and absolute bliss
and the ability
to express them all
are now
in the palm
of your hand

life is
colorful
beautiful
thought-provoking
lovely
soulful
heartbreak­ing
inspiring
and absolutely wonderful

every day is
a new sunrise
a new chance
to transform into
the butterfly you
want to be

go out there
and change the world, kid
Smriti Nov 2018
The sadness that keeps crawling back.
And all the tears that just keep on coming
they keep me sleep deprived and my mind a little wrapped.
I can't think and i can't focus.
The thought in my head doesn't count
The mourns that should have come doesn't come
The tears that want to fall just keeps itself inside
The pain that is there doesn't wanna show.
This is how a depressed person that always smiles goes through a day
Her heart is crying for a friend to lean on.
But to scared that the person might leave her side.
the pain that i feel inside my heart keeps on haunting me.
depression is not something that can be explained so easily and many people doesn't understand it.
  Nov 2018 Smriti
mumu
Evert night at 2 AM
Different poems are written
Different words are scribbled
Different papers are crumpled
But only one thought she had
Yet, word can't help her convey the feelings
"Empty" has much more than herself
"Sad" is not sadder than she thought
"Broken" is more whole than her
"Hurting" ain't just bleeding just like her
And when words can't take the role
It's the blade that play with her
Every cuts has meaning
Everything is her unreleased feeling
Sometimes, words are not enough to tell what we really feel and most words doesn't fit to the emotions we are holding.
Smriti Nov 2018
Running from all those people
running and running till you are so tired of running.
Stop they say, but our Plight that they don't understand and they just keep coming.
Depression and anxiety hitting us hard.
but we can't stop as it's not our doing.
Rolling and turning and shifting in bed.
Crying and hiding and fighting with ourselves everyday.
Don't know how to stop, just we know we gotta keep moving.
  Nov 2018 Smriti
Pádraig F
BCN
They say time heals everything,
I don’t agree.

Time is forgetting.

Forgetting isn’t healing,
It’s forgetting.
Smriti Nov 2018
I was never meant to be yours, nor you could be mine.
We just were two people meeting each other at a wrong time.
Though time has passed, like years and so.
Still when we unblock each other and start a conversation,
It seems as we were just meant to be.
We talk for hours without stop and then again fight for the times that we did wrong in those years.
one of us block the other person and repeat.

But now, this time when we spoke to each other, we promised that we wouldn't forgive each other for what we did, but won't forget the times that we had been together and good times that passed.
Something for my ex

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