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Yashashvi Aug 2022
Aren't we humans born to be the carriers of moments ? that turns out to be past or the history which we like to name as memories ,carrying versions of people in our minds that we remember them as one and may be making them time travel so they will be remembered when they are no longer there may be by our side or in existence .
If not then,
why did we born and for what?
Yashashvi Apr 2022
You see , we were never apart . I take the parts of you, all your weirdness and stitch them together into words, pen them on papers to make a version of you that i remember and take you everywhere i go  and you think i forgot you , how can i ever?
may be someday again we will be meeting eachother for the first time
Yashashvi Apr 2021
turns out that the wounds you can't see are the most painful
yet the scars formed by those wounds
will always remain,
would you dare to let them heal?
Yashashvi Jan 2021
Sometimes they flow as river
But unable to hold in hands
Sometimes cold as ice able to hold
But not for a long-time
Sometimes like fog able to see, feel
But unable to touch
Sometimes like snow flake able to touch
But runs away along the wind
They might change; may be harden for a while
Or maybe cold or may be warm
Nonetheless they are pure
Because I have seen the water in them
So, I believe they are descendants of water
Every time I miss the pureness
I search them:
Sometimes in tear drops
Sometimes in rain drops
Sometimes in dew drops
Cause they are the cry of nature
Yashashvi Jan 2021
Mistakes are of thorns
they are like fungi
let you down slowly
they don't wither
do people dare to touch a cactus
do they?

while reading the book ,
Maura unpleasingly began to prepend
"don't cactus bear colorful flowers after all ?"
thorns may bide forever
not surprisingly the lesson taught
makes them worthwhile to appreciate scars
Yashashvi Jan 2021
Ever pondered how the inexpressible beauty can be described in the few letters yet knowing the word beautiful defines itself in other words.
I just wonder how I fell in love with alphabets : words
and question myself , "Am I appreciating them good enough?"
or haply can you see it?
Yashashvi Dec 2020
if i have to go through anguish
to write sad poetry
      will you teach me how pain hurts?
       ( I started to search for the words )
I make sure to wipe your tears
since you will make me learn
how to feel at ease

"words can rapture aches and words are raptures of hope"

so let me ask you ,
how do you do ?

                   - from your unknown
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