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 Nov 7 Yashashvi
Depression and anxiety they are side affects of living in an evil society. You get so far and they pull the rug. back on the bottom looking up. hardly having the fight to pull ourselves up. With no crack in the clouds seeing a light. it’s a cycle of nightmares and they don’t fight fair. Death in my eyes, happiness ran away with my soul. Who. In this world. Would want to live to be grey and old. These are the side affects from our evil evil society
is love such a delicate thing,
is your heart so fragile
that i can shatter it all
with a misplaced word or two?

i try to follow you through
this life, going where you go,
but sometimes it feels like you are
just impossible to keep pace with

you always said i'm the only one
who lives in a fragile world,
as i search your eyes for who
you used to be, but i can't see

ღ ღ ღ

i see her in the moonlight
dancing with her sisters
with a fervency to
undo the world

i have a life without her now
i'm stronger than i used to be,
but i still carry old feelings
from her arrival (ignoring all departures)

worlds between us, rarely face to face,
all souls' day still might make me
cold and scared, and sometimes i can cry,
and is it really so wrong to want her love?
yet so much continues to go unsaid, is it cowardice at the risk of loss, or least said, quickest mended?
 Nov 1 Yashashvi
 Nov 1 Yashashvi
I carry a mask in my purse
for special occasions.
Turns out
wherever there’s people
 Oct 15 Yashashvi
May I Be...

Only if I am lost
   I shall seek the right path...
     May I be a wanderer!

Only if I experience fear
   I shall reap up the courage to be brave...
     May I be frightened!!

Only if I discover emptiness
   I shall adore abundance...
     May I be abandoned!!!

Only if I despise myself
   I shall learn to show reverence towards others...
     May I be unworthy!!!!

Only if I become placid
   I shall let my heart overflow...
     May I become stationary!!!!!

if i can write
and if i can read
if i can dream
as i breathe
maybe someday
but not this day
will the tide change
for you and me
 Oct 9 Yashashvi
some                   I
     say                     call
           it's                   It        
                poetry.          oxygen.

I write, therefore I am.
 Oct 4 Yashashvi
 Oct 4 Yashashvi
Trees swaying side to side,
Blue's all I see.
If only it could stay,
Blue for eternity.
!We should stop polluting!
Anyway, I love looking at the sky and just laying down looking up. Stargazing is nice too :)

We are all but
In the eyes of others
In one’s own
The truth
The lies
Fire and ice
Sugar and spice
Ingredients to life
 Sep 28 Yashashvi
It’s not the cage or the perch but the feeling of being a thing that’s so smart and so social, surrounded by - ironically- an infinite misunderstanding
From beings who think that they know you
It’s novel to speak but not to be heard,
to have wings but not fly,
to be smart but not think,
to have the beak and the claws
but only if they’ve been dulled to a reasonable human comfort-
the saddest thing about being a parrot is to be loved only when you’re restrained, and desired/admired only until you are had.

God forbid she ever bites
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