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  • hridaya 2d

    When I was a kid,
    Magic was candy she
    Would take off her back,
    Christmas presents kept me
    Awake
    Just until the santa arrived
    And left in a wink,
    Running around merry go round
    I belived I had wings,
    Building sand castles
    Real struggle for my tiny hands,
    I learnt how determined I was,
    Childhood had the magic wand,
    I swooshed like a magician,
    Then why do I tremble to trick the mind
    That's slipping of my head?


    ©hridaya

  • hridaya 3d

    Dear Captain,

    Darkness is not here to fill in gloom,
    It is to bestow upon you the
    Power to unveil the light,
    Like stars you often stare.

    Begining this night,

    Seek no more to ESCAPE the turmoil,
    Here to build the captain in you!


    ©hridaya

  • hridaya 1w

    It takes great passion,
    Immense dedication,
    Little sacrifice or may be
    Just a little prioritisation,
    To wander away
    Fom the present,
    mentally
    Stealing our muses
    From neighbouring
    Enclosures,
    Creating just an
    Ordinary piece.
    Sadly, calling it
    an addiction,
    They killed the
    Wordsmith slowly,
    Tearing down
    Diligently
    Pound by pound,
    Wailing silently.


    ©hridaya

  • hridaya 1w

    Not that I have run out of breaths,
    Neither am I on verge of shattering into pieces,
    Just a part of this rat race, too exhausted.
    I crave a little holiday
    In a faraway island, little quietness
    Or shall I say, time to myself?
    Paint an immature art,
    Scribble pandemonium of verses,
    Dance to tunes of gushing Ganges,
    Or may be, just lie motionless
    And let the air do it's business,
    Because I want to make small steps,
    Running no more, living on the edges.


    ©hridaya

  • hridaya 1w

    A moment of mediocre stillness,
    In an hour of chaotic relay,
    Instill an art of tattered palms.


    ©hridaya

  • hridaya 2w

    Beneath debris of nights lighting,
    Prey to the relentless storm,
    When you make me out victorious,
    Wrap me a blanket of words,
    Under a shelter of mortar,
    blended of an ode,
    Where I can lay, numb
    To let out unspoken woes.


    ©hridaya

  • hridaya 3w

    Hour is a spectator,
    Neither you, nor I can own
    When it's right, it is time.

    Until, lay not a wreith to today,
    Ahead what lies, none can prophesey,
    Slaughtering our tranquilness.


    ©hridaya

  • hridaya 3w

    Moving forth,
    Cold as a winter breeze
    Shall gaze the humanity,

    Certainly, when we chase our fantasy,
    Against their tolerance,
    Like weeds, we shall be separated.

    Set on fire, reduced to ashes,
    When we die, breathing our lasts,
    Sky shall shower,

    Caressing the fragile heart,
    Where yarn of obstinacy,
    Will knit the crater,
    Rising next summer


    ©hridaya

  • hridaya 4w

    Nurture thyself, wherein flows potent verse bearing fruit of past circumstances,
    With each fall, bruised over again,
    Shall learn the art of grasping air with punctured lungs to fight back, Likewise
    With each dawn, when you breathe again
    To live is a bliss, for you have earned yet another opportunity
    To mend what wish to be made before regrets seep in, killing little by little.


    ©hridaya

  • hridaya 4w

    Nothing remains forever, neither the footprint left behind by the shore as a child, nor times of silence.

    With each wave washing the imprint made so heartily,
    I made much bigger marks growing around it.

    With each effort, I learnt along the obstructing waves to make a stronger stand against odds of passing clouds,
    Hustling to ring in good times chisled off tough nights.


    ©hridaya