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Samyuktha Mar 4
I’m in love with the way you look at me,
Eyes overflowing with love,
Excitement sparkling every time we meet.
You understand my needs,
Carry my memories in your heart...
So let’s make this love a movie—
One without pauses, without breaks.
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Samyuktha Mar 2
A tight hug,
Lub-dub beats in sync,
Warm bodies entwined.
A lingering French kiss,
Your breath on my skin—
Mine quickens in reply...
I lose myself in you, my love!
Samyuktha Mar 1
She is my heroine,
Yet she never had to act.
Her only role—
To be my role model.
At times, I wonder about her most,
Her dreams are vast,
Yet never greater than her love for me and my father.
She longs for rest,
Yet she never takes it.
She argues with me over silly things,
Yet never lets me fall.
Many laughed at her,
Yet she never hated them as they did.
Her pain speaks louder than my words,
And her struggles bring tears to my eyes.
I was never the daughter she deserved,
Never gave her love when she needed it most.
Those around her failed to be the support she wished for,
Yet, she remains the foundation of it all.
I promise you, Mama...
One day, I will become
The daughter you always dreamed of.

Happy Valentine MOM....
I wrote this for my mom as a Valentine’s Day wish. Some may dislike this poem, but for me, it is the one I wrote wholeheartedly, and it will always be the best. Many of us may, at times, feel upset with our parents over small things, but we must remember that they, too, can make mistakes unknowingly. After all, parenthood is a journey of learning and growing, just like childhood.
Samyuktha Feb 28
I've read all the beautiful words in the world,
Yet none are as sweet as your name.
Samyuktha Feb 27
I once thought my life was a waste of time,
Just passing by, fading away.
But you gave it meaning.
Waiting to reach your hands
Will be the hardest part,
Yet this pain feels beautiful—just like you,
My handsome.
Samyuktha Feb 26
We
He and I
He loves excess, I love simplicity
He is coffeholic, I am a chaiophile
He is a sweettooth, I crave spice
He is a explorer , I am homebody
I annoy him yet he stay calm,
We contrast each other, but love binds us one..
Samyuktha Feb 25
Droopy skin, crow’s feet eyes,
Fading sight, fissured heels.
A silver crown, a stooped posture,
Shrinking in height, growing in wisdom.
Haha…
A quiet life, birds chirping,
You and me,
Coffee in hand, on our balcony.
And as we sit, we realize—
Nights passed but love stays
Without any change
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