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  • hridaya 5d

    Tiny flames of the candle Flickr,
    Housed aside over the boggly table top,
    Dispersing vast darkness,
    Awakening verses of abondoned thoughts,
    None fathomed.


    ©hridaya

  • hridaya 1w

    Finite are my breaths,
    I know lasting long is a myth,
    What I cannot deny, wish is to live.

    Gloomy pasts burrowing,
    Hampering my joys,
    What good that I don't smile.

    Money such a sweet,
    Oh dear, could you buy me some cheer?
    Little by little, let us settle.

    Beyond all child,
    Life is an ocean,
    Ferry to it is such a pleasure.

    Let's halt a little,
    Let's lift up and see here,
    Let's blossom little bud, life is short.

    Little sweet, little sour!


    ©hridaya

  • hridaya 1w

    Yearning to be good,
    To not let them down,

    Beginning when surreal skin glimmered,
    Sensations tingling, numbness surrendering,

    Time was ripe for us to rise,
    Stepping out amongst the millions,

    Shedding our comforts,
    Donning skins we don't adore,

    Faking happiness and content,
    Like wings clipped and did not ache.

    Over grade 5 and high school,
    Options were not loose,

    Grad schools, fancy courses,
    Magnificent opportunities to choose.

    Yet, yearning to be good,
    To not let them down,

    We dived in an ocean,
    With life jackets,

    What it was to fly in the open space,
    Surfaced over vastness we all linger,

    Struggling hard to not be stupid,
    To grab scores so certain and satisfying,

    In the middle of darkness,
    Lies our brightness,

    Shine is the diamond,
    Recovered under char dust,

    Polished and chiseled,
    Yet, uncut is the precious.

    What we earn isn't subjected
    To what our marks galore,

    In this world of struggle
    We stand out, lending a hand to grow.

    Shine is the originality,
    Not what we borrow or shall steal be apt?

    We are stars of different planets,
    Our circumstances so varying,

    Then why strive and slog,
    To do and not cherish,

    Let the stars embrace their traits,
    Dusted and flawed.

    Shall we?

    ©hridaya

  • hridaya 1w

    #alphopp
    #yock
    @laughing_soul Hope this makes sense.

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    Y
    Yes
    Yesterday's phenomenons
    Yatter still thou,
    Yearning for what's gone
    Yocking little joys no more!


    ©hridaya

  • hridaya 1w

    Born free, concealed under abridged conjecture.


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  • hridaya 1w

    Wrecking the goodness,
    Whining in sorrow,
    What shall uproot the Immature?

    Floundering around misperceptions,
    Along faint communications,
    Scattering seeds of detestation,
    nurturing weeds of vexations!


    ©hridaya

  • hridaya 2w

    Capped in glass bottle,
    Magnificently spotless,
    Drenched in agony of thy,
    I let it go within the colossal sea,
    Night of the New year's Eve.

    Chocked to the brim,
    What could no more be spoken,
    Scribbled the quill, traversing prodigious hands,
    Lending an ear to the weeping verses.

    As shattered as panes of an abandoned home,
    Emptying what's held within for so long,
    Hollowness, was her whole.

    What's meant to stay, shall make it either way,
    Capped again in glass bottle,
    Tattered here and there,
    Carried the Siberian zephyrs,
    Verses to soothe the wrenched heart.


    ©hridaya

  • hridaya 2w

    Chaotic mind where thoughts never halt,
    Drowning in a quagmire of emotions,
    Limbs function no more.
    Paralysed until, will we never stop?
    Oh, let's pause!
    Spreading our feet out, afloat the vast waters
    Hold thy breathe, hear the calmness of the sea.
    Shores aren't far away, shall make it on time,
    Yet, too late, grappling to stand out,
    Fly underneath no more.


    ©hridaya

  • hridaya 3w

    #essence
    Picture credits: To the rightful owner

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    Artist

    Beyond crimson and red,
    Afar from the clear white,
    Paint their skies blues the sea possess.

    No more snow capped,
    Home of some exquisite flora and fauna,
    Their mountains deify the greens,
    Embellished with browns of the planes.

    Horizon can be seen no more,
    Beginning and end of the cosmos,
    Outwith their imagination,
    An essence of artist's creation.


    ©hridaya

  • hridaya 3w

    Title credit: @laughing_soul Thank you ma'am!
    Picture credits: To the rightful owner.

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    Bellicose wings

    Yesterday, a mere spark,
    Combusted under self-doubt.

    Bellicose wings,
    Inconspicuous to the clogged mind,
    Ignited the fire burning it to ashes.


    ©hridaya