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Shruti Atri Nov 2014
Remember the first good day we spent?
The sea washed out the sand at our feet,
The city lights twinkled like the stars above.
Only, these were the stars we could touch.
It was the first I'd seen of your carefree laugh;
I told myself then, I haven't seen it enough.
I still haven't had enough of it...

She said, 'The city lights are the stars,
They twinkle in the shrouded night.
I have been waiting for someone
To help me reach for the light.'


It's like I'm in a dream...
Were we together in our past lives?
I was holding this torch forever,
In the darkness, I could only burn bright,
For my neverending love, to seek the forgotten light;
To reunite, and spark into flames together,
Like the Sun, warming, *burning,
with it's light;
And I finally found you, through all those blackest nights.

He said, 'If this was meant to be,
I will die over & over again to be in different eras with you.
*To live forever despite living various lives,
To live in the end and die in the beginning!'
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Lune Quiller May 2020
A cup of coffee
And a book in my hands
Held open to read and relax
I make the space a little cosy
So that, I can imagine and trace
What the author has to say

The light is still on
And I am excitedly awake
To learn experiences
by Flipping pages
I have no idea
how more books it will take
To motivate me to write
And put together different stages

I know and have already realised
There is a lot of power in ink
According to what authors write
Few are awarded and others are criticized

I wish to write one day
Something that shakes the world
Luminary, aspiring and encouraging
Thoughts of all, together what holds

I tell myself
"Pick Up the Pen"
And start by writing a phrase
Write one and you will gradually write ten
And the trick goes this way

I am young but have a dream
To inspire one and all
I want to pen down
The deepest truths of life
Existing on this mega ball

Through what I write
I want to tell all
"Pick up the pen"
Ink down what you feel is right
Something that has your thoughts

Imperfection will come your way
But when practice runs-a-bout
Stick to it and stay
You will then be different from the crowd.

Written by- Vanshika Atri
This is a poem written very directly by heart.

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