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  • shreshthaawast 2d

    Its crazy isn't it?
    Rash and young we keep diving.
    Oh love, I'm afraid we've been swimming for so long
    That now we can't even feel the cold.
    - everything is so cold nowadays.
    ©shreshthaawast

  • shreshthaawast 2w

    Art bleeds from pain, they say.
    I wonder what kind was mine.
    A subtle, regular
    cliché teenage- driven pain
    surely , a more relatable pain
    Or a pain which
    brings you close to
    devil's mouth kinda pain.
    Maybe a nerve wrecking
    core bone shaking pain
    more of a climber and creeper
    rather a smacking like
    Shattering pain.
    They tell me,
    they've gone through the same.
    Oh so common like a flu
    So I shut myself back in the cave.
    A cave where monsters
    dug deeper into my skin
    Some even said those monsters,
    they were made of clay
    I believed them, pretending
    they were my friends.
    No, no it wasn't
    surely, it wasn't pain
    So, when the evil twisted inside me
    bit by bit
    I wonder till what level
    I had to go
    to make me pluck at my skin
    treat them like guitar strings
    with sharper things
    I'm glad I didn't.
    I didn't.
    I couldn't.
    So now when my anxiety knocks again,
    Unwelcomed straight from
    the places i don't want to go again
    Now I won't slip back to the cave
    I want to get hold of
    all the fresh air I craved
    And one day
    maybe I'll talk of my pain.
    - Shreshtha.
    @writersnetwork @mirakeeworld @mirakee @readwriteunite @hasnath_mubeena @iammusaafiir @elysian_reveuse @john_solomon @soulfullwriter @prashantlm

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    my kind of pain.

    ©shreshthaawast

  • shreshthaawast 2w

    I remember, the first time when I saw fireflies , I was a kid of 6-7 year old. A summer evening it was at Grandma's house. It was an ebullient feeling. ❤️

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    Fireflies

    They lit up my room,
    Millions of them
    In their static gloom.
    Stars, just small in size,
    As I slept under the moonlight.
    They heard my dreamy talks
    All night.
    Patiently, as they sob in their
    Haphazard flight.
    ©shreshthaawast

  • shreshthaawast 2w

    I had a dream, and see what I found,
    I looked everywhere, but you weren't around.
    We lived in a wonderland; a land of fairies,
    Where you and I were flying with colors; getting all merry,
    Then! what happened? where did you go?
    I was running with fear , to and fro!
    I thought I lost you in all those dark woods.
    But it seemed you left me, although I didn't believe you would.
    I was there all alone , more lost than Alice was.
    I thought- if only you were there, what change could it cause?
    But I fought with my fears, slashed through the thick dark forest.
    I followed the faint light I saw, it got far and farther when I thought it was closest.
    But somehow I was out of the woods!
    Yes! I could see the sun shining brightly.
    I embraced myself ; was proud enough, felt something mighty.
    No! I don't need you now,
    I fought the dark.
    I fought the fears.
    I fought all those weak tears.
    I got out of the woods, I did all on my own,
    I knew my strengths, which otherwise I wouldn't have ever known.
    ~ Shreshtha ��
    @writersnetwork @mirakee @mirakeeworld @readwriteunite @hasnath_mubeena @iammusaafiir @elysian_reveuse @john_solomon @lovenotes_from_carolyn @prashantlm

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    Out of the woods

    [° C. A. P. T. I. O. N °]
    ©shreshthaawast

  • shreshthaawast 3w

    They say
    broken pieces
    complete each other.

    Oh, but what if we are
    Two Dissimilar pieces.
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  • shreshthaawast 3w

    Stripped

    "I stripped a lot of deadwood out of my life", she murmured, a lot of people and possessions she once craved to have, but they all were just a rotten memory from now.
    After all 'was' is never 'is'.
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  • shreshthaawast 3w

    Stitches on my soul
    Aren't scars.
    I love the way
    They shoutout
    Who they are.
    They show how
    Strong I've been.
    Into those
    Dark horrific scenes.
    I've fixed my skin
    I've handled my scars.
    I've preserved them
    The way they are.
    ©shreshthaawast

  • shreshthaawast 4w

    Too soon? Too late? Too much?
    Who cares? The world is revolving,
    In its own web of space and time.
    But life is real, grave is no goal!
    Be no coward to free your soul.
    I walked down from the grass to the sand,
    My footprints left behind.
    It was not that easy,
    Yes! They played their games.
    I hate all their wicked plays.
    Clay covered with gold,
    Yes, it can be that fake!
    Its funny, when they say they did it for your sake!
    Attention! Did you know the gold was from your crown?
    Yes, they are the ones, 'we'll double it.' , they said.
    Oh! See their word they kept!
    They'll never touch the crooked trees,
    But the good once they chop off straight!
    The Earth is round dear, crooked are the times.
    If you trust them, you are that crowned fool of all times.
    ~ Shreshtha ��
    #pod #wru #writersnetwork #fakepeople

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    Wicked games

    [°C. A. P. T. I. O. N°]
    ©shreshthaawast

  • shreshthaawast 5w

    A hole that's black, are my sins.
    A game in which I saw no win.
    There are so many scars
    That don't bleed.
    Unveil it bare and you will see.
    The darkness that fills the wound,
    Born out of the nightmares
    plaguing my mind.
    When the warmth tried to set in
    Everything blurred out
    Like foggy windows on a winter night.
    I was an empty shell filled with lies
    The ones I used to tell myself;
    I can't love,
    I'm a sinner with a hallow of gold.
    I was trying to take back control
    But it won everytime.
    This vile beast
    That feasts on my soul.
    It blindly led me to you,
    The only thing done right.
    Now, how you made me win the fight;
    The healing of this blight.
    Oh dear, you have no idea,
    You made a phoenix cry.
    But what if you leave me
    If I showed you my scars?
    Or will you fix me
    If you ever know my flaws?
    Then you told me,
    I was the moon in the dark.
    Oh! Only if you knew the truth,
    My alluring sun ,
    You are more than just a spark.
    - Shreshtha ��
    #pod #wru #writersnetwork @mirakee @mirakeeworld @iammusaafiir @lovenotes_from_carolyn @hasnath_mubeena @elysian_reveuse @prashantlm @mysterious10 @saliicii

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    The healer.

    [° C. A. P. T. I. O. N °]
    ©shreshthaawast

  • shreshthaawast 6w

    You were a fine line between hope and reckless faith.
    "Tomorrow, Everything will be fine."
    I used to tell myself.
    Would wipe off all the mess
    But what about the stains dear?
    They came again and again
    You crushed me like the autumn leaves
    Pretended, you didn't even notice
    The damage you caused.
    But what about the shattered glass you see?
    Ofcourse, you have an option to never walk on it again
    'cause fixing you are incapable of.
    But don't you worry dear
    I'll hide it all like you hid me
    When your friends knocked at your door.
    "Our own Lil game", you said.
    Where I was a slave to your secret place.
    But now I have an antidote.
    A brand new apple with no poison.
    And when did you made me laugh the last time?
    When did once you made my heart dance?
    When did you ever kiss me with a sober lip?
    Now here I am under the same shower
    Just that today I know how cold
    Your heart was when our skin burned
    I catch my breath
    Suffocating from the steam,
    Turned the cold shower on.
    Trying to start again
    With a fresh cold heart.
    - Shreshtha Awasthi ☣️
    #pod #writersnetwork #mirakee

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    Toxic.

    ©shreshthaawast