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Unspoken words In closets locked Akin to a flight In turbulence rocked Not palpable to many Like a silent sea With currents underneath Rocks the bottom Wrath of the wind Stowed behind the hill Torrents of rain Dark clouds can **** Ready to burst Or die within Both can cause Damage unforseen Destroyed structures Architecture mocked Losing strength Energy spent On calming the unrest Oh, what a haste Do not suffocate Write a page Blood though red Is bleeding blue Writing your heart Is that you ????? ©Dr. Swati A Gadgil, All Rights Reserved.

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Apr 23, 2017

Apr 23, 2017 at 10:29 PM UTC

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Unspoken Words

Unspoken words In closets locked Akin to a flight In turbulence rocked Not palpable to many Like a silent sea With currents underneath Rocks the bottom Wrath of the wind Stowed behind the hill Torrents of rain Dark clouds can **** Ready to burst Or die within Both can cause Damage unforseen Destroyed structures Architecture mocked Losing strength Energy spent On calming the unrest Oh, what a haste Do not suffocate Write a page Blood though red Is bleeding blue Writing your heart Is that you ????? ©Dr. Swati A Gadgil, All Rights Reserved.

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//Down the corridors of my mind are many doors, cast with shadows from the past, with the fragrance of my favourite cologne lingering about. A door down the corridors opens to a room of wine stained sheets from the day you left and we bid the necessary tattooed goodbyes. It's the door unopened since the last day, And the other one by my side, opens to walls full of portraits of the past sins, and the paintings of passion, that was long gone before the last day. These doors open to bring back bittersweet memories of the days when I was in the throes of agony, draping tangerine skies of vengeance on my shoulders, carrying the weight of a long lost relation, just so you won't have to. Down the corridors of my mind are many doors, cast with shadows of the past, of the days when I felt your cacophonic breath on me, and now I shut these doors in the corridors of my mind, everytime I feel your presence lingering around, Just like the fragrance of my favourite cologne.// ~Swati

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Sep 30, 2020

Sep 30, 2020 at 11:37 PM UTC

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Lingering cologne

//Down the corridors of my mind are many doors, cast with shadows from the past, with the fragrance of my favourite cologne lingering about. A door down the corridors opens to a room of wine stained sheets from the day you left and we bid the necessary tattooed goodbyes. It's the door unopened since the last day, And the other one by my side, opens to walls full of portraits of the past sins, and the paintings of passion, that was long gone before the last day. These doors open to bring back bittersweet memories of the days when I was in the throes of agony, draping tangerine skies of vengeance on my shoulders, carrying the weight of a long lost relation, just so you won't have to. Down the corridors of my mind are many doors, cast with shadows of the past, of the days when I felt your cacophonic breath on me, and now I shut these doors in the corridors of my mind, everytime I feel your presence lingering around, Just like the fragrance of my favourite cologne.// ~Swati

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Along the shore I walk with myself In mute conversation With splashing waves They say to me We do not know thee Why so lonely What brings you here Standing on your toes What do you want to see Across the blue sea We have a treasure With you to share Keep some shells Each will tell The story of the ocean That you should listen The echos of the past Present and future Embedded here Deep in the blue Love is pure Each conch will tell In shells it dwells Pearls and tales Of love and passion Of tears in ocean Precious potion Shells do treasure Walking along the shore I keep wanting more ©Dr. Swati A Gadgil. All Rights Reserved.

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Apr 23, 2017

Apr 23, 2017 at 10:25 PM UTC

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Along The Shore

Along the shore I walk with myself In mute conversation With splashing waves They say to me We do not know thee Why so lonely What brings you here Standing on your toes What do you want to see Across the blue sea We have a treasure With you to share Keep some shells Each will tell The story of the ocean That you should listen The echos of the past Present and future Embedded here Deep in the blue Love is pure Each conch will tell In shells it dwells Pearls and tales Of love and passion Of tears in ocean Precious potion Shells do treasure Walking along the shore I keep wanting more ©Dr. Swati A Gadgil. All Rights Reserved.

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//Do you hear those silent screams that echo in my mind, as I sit down under the dim lights crying? These silent screams have been in my mind for years now, but they fall on so many deaf ears. You tell me you can't hear them and I cannot cease to wonder how will you hear them when they're in my mind and how will you know when I keep telling you I'm fine. But what do I tell you? These screams have no words. It's just feelings of sadness and darkness that come together in herds. Behind this smiling face, lies a dark endless road, bringing about an ounce of chaos, every second a little more. How do I explain this feeling of void and darkness to someone who hasn't experienced it once? How do I smile, when my happiness trickles away, just like water in your hands. How do I tell you that the pain isn't temporary? How do I answer these questions when I have no answers? All I can do is cover my mouth shut to try and hush the silent screams.// ~Swati

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Sep 30, 2020

Sep 30, 2020 at 11:40 PM UTC

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Silent screams

//Do you hear those silent screams that echo in my mind, as I sit down under the dim lights crying? These silent screams have been in my mind for years now, but they fall on so many deaf ears. You tell me you can't hear them and I cannot cease to wonder how will you hear them when they're in my mind and how will you know when I keep telling you I'm fine. But what do I tell you? These screams have no words. It's just feelings of sadness and darkness that come together in herds. Behind this smiling face, lies a dark endless road, bringing about an ounce of chaos, every second a little more. How do I explain this feeling of void and darkness to someone who hasn't experienced it once? How do I smile, when my happiness trickles away, just like water in your hands. How do I tell you that the pain isn't temporary? How do I answer these questions when I have no answers? All I can do is cover my mouth shut to try and hush the silent screams.// ~Swati

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Unspoken words In closets locked Akin to a flight In turbulence rocked Not palpable to many Like a silent sea With currents underneath Rocks the bottom Wrath of the wind Stowed behind the hill Torrents of rain Dark clouds can **** Ready to burst Or die within Both can cause Damage unforseen Destroyed structures Architecture mocked Losing strength Energy spent On calming the unrest Oh, what a haste Do not suffocate Write a page Blood though red Is bleeding blue Writing your heart Is that you ????? ©Dr. Swati A Gadgil, All Rights Reserved.

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Sep 13, 2017

Sep 13, 2017 at 10:20 AM UTC

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Unspoken Words

Unspoken words In closets locked Akin to a flight In turbulence rocked Not palpable to many Like a silent sea With currents underneath Rocks the bottom Wrath of the wind Stowed behind the hill Torrents of rain Dark clouds can **** Ready to burst Or die within Both can cause Damage unforseen Destroyed structures Architecture mocked Losing strength Energy spent On calming the unrest Oh, what a haste Do not suffocate Write a page Blood though red Is bleeding blue Writing your heart Is that you ????? ©Dr. Swati A Gadgil, All Rights Reserved.

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Stay immune and yet in tune with bizarre life relations farce how far will thrive love lost or hate gained tumbling fate , tall wishes blighted wait , trying hard cope up card yet, life a puzzle , design , redesign and colours spilt over , what matters most your laurels or values accolades or standing , who is the jury ? my soul, my charisma ? or prying eyes ! a moment I like , next I hate my life a blizzard , who own's up me or you ? does not matter life is blue bitter and true me and you any clue ? ©Dr. Swati A Gadgil, All Rights Reserved.

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Sep 13, 2017

Sep 13, 2017 at 10:16 AM UTC

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Clueless

Stay immune and yet in tune with bizarre life relations farce how far will thrive love lost or hate gained tumbling fate , tall wishes blighted wait , trying hard cope up card yet, life a puzzle , design , redesign and colours spilt over , what matters most your laurels or values accolades or standing , who is the jury ? my soul, my charisma ? or prying eyes ! a moment I like , next I hate my life a blizzard , who own's up me or you ? does not matter life is blue bitter and true me and you any clue ? ©Dr. Swati A Gadgil, All Rights Reserved.

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