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  • shrey2310 3h

    Memories trapped inside photographs
    Warm piece of wool stored in cupboards
    And those essence of the ode so old
    Strangely they whispered, "Why we never change?"

    And strangely I'd reply, "Cause you're not living."
    Neither you can breathe air of betrayal
    Nor can you sense the warmth of love
    Neither can you taste this handful of care
    Nor can you care for bounty of acumen
    But you can heal others cause you can't change.

    And then I'd smile and wonder
    If that's what makes us human?

    We're sojourners moving round and round
    Country to country circling around
    Labyrinth we walk in, in the centre lies destiny
    And for that one destiny we change ourselves infinitely.
    Friends and love we leave behind,
    Letters of love saying goodbye
    Memories we keep untouched and serene
    And before changing anything
    The first that we change is "WE"
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    ©shrey2310
    #cees_soj_chall
    #ceesreposts#mirakee#writersnetwork

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  • shrey2310 3d

    //War//
    Withered whispers of deads
    Whimpers in my head
    "Where did you drop humanity?
    Wrecking up all your sanity."
    Wicked desire for power
    Winds of guilt killing alive
    War silences every conscience
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    ©shrey2310
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    #pleiadespoem#mirakee#writersnetwork#ceesreposts

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    War

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  • shrey2310 3w

    Tho there's not any genie out here but as per our Mirakee, let's get in the crowd.
    #newyearwish

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    A random wish

    May this year would be filled with memories than nostalgia
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  • shrey2310 3w

    Million stars yet only few people to admire

    //Mismatched Astrophiles//
    Look at the lights blooming one by one,
    There are red ones, blue ones and yellow ones
    This colorful moment lying just in front of our eyes but maybe, not for some, I believe
    Because when this lights from these concrete buildings will dissappear,
    There would be couple of people gazing to this lovely moon seeking for tranquility.
    There are selenophiles, some seeking for hope and others filled with hope for the next rising sun.
    The white moon rising from the black clouds

    But for me I know, I'm an astrophile looking at those large, enormous stars.
    Large enough to be seen by my eyes yet small enough to shine lesser than moon.
    There are mysteries and stories of moon and why not?
    There are lovers of moon
    And then there's me, the one very least talked about, an astrophile
    I've seen ballads starting from moon and ending with moon
    I've seen haikus where the reflection of a moon is recalled elegantly
    But then my stars they shine, shine enough to be seen by me or maybe, only me.
    Tho' there isn't any reflection of stars I can gaze on,
    Tho' there isn't any ballad I can recite
    But I can write,
    Not much but a little too much than the people around me.
    There isn't much to say but then it's fine because there aren't any listeners around me
    There are people searching for a perfect constellation of stars in their fate
    Yet no one's interested in stars just above there heads.
    And that makes me wonder, why is it so? But it's still fine because,
    There's one moon and millions of stars
    Just like me, there's millions of moon-lovers but just a few, me.
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    ©shrey2310

    Sorry if it doesn't make any sense to you
    But thanks for reading tho
    I can finally say that this is my last post of this year.
    Happy New Year (in advance, -_-) to everyone here. I hope the path ahead, despite having tons of problems in your life, will have a path which may lead to tackle and clear all the difficulties of yours����
    Goodbye to this harsh yet a lesson-giving year.
    #mirakee#writersnetwork

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    Mismatched Astrophiles

    But for me I know, I'm an astrophile looking at those large, enormous stars
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  • shrey2310 3w

    //Journey of a strong soul//
    Black and white world
    Colorful you exist
    Alone in this arena
    Standing still with strong fists
    Falling on tough grounds
    Tougher you've become
    Breaking the prejudices
    A long way you've come
    Looking back no more
    Ahead lies the sun
    Shining bright and bright
    Your present days with fun

    Back then you were
    A sapling from a seed so different
    Physically so normal
    Yet mentally so precedent
    Huffed by people
    Leaving you black and white scars
    Carrying them till now
    The bravest you are

    Brave enough to leap off
    From all the biases
    Brave enough to follow
    Your dreams and eagerness
    Keeping the triumphs
    Only to yourself
    A soul so humble and humane
    Journey of a person
    So called disabled
    Building his life
    And a strong character
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    ©shrey2310

    A simple and small poem
    I hope this makes justice for my absence here
    (Thanks @my_cup_of_poetry, that little and kind nudge did help me. Blessed to have writers like you to look upon)
    #seed#wod

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    Journey of a strong soul

    Black and white world
    Colorful you exist
    Alone in this arena
    Standing still with strong fists
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  • shrey2310 7w

    NOTE : WHOLE WRITEUP IS JUST TAKEN FROM A SONG NAMED "ALAG AASMAAN" BY ANUV JAIN. CHECK IT OUT IN YOUTUBE
    One of the best song for me.
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    // Nayi nayi hai ye baatein wahi
    Phir iss mod par hum mile hain
    Naa jaane ab milenge hum kabhi
    To ruk jao ik pal yaha pe.... //
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    Autumn leaves falling off from their origins and then there you are standing under this sweet old tree shedding your tears. Like those leaves, you will leave soon your grounds of comfort and jump in an arena called "World"
    Even those talks we shared, which were boring then, seems to be captivating in this charismatic event of nature. I wish they capture us here for a while as I say "To ruk jao ik pal yaha pe".
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    // Ye narm chadaron ki silvatein
    Tujhe abhi bula rahi hain
    Naa jao dur inse yeh kahein,
    Ye sukoon kaha pe hai haasil? //
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    Those soft beds of grass still has the trails of yours, maybe they won't be there tomorrow but in my heart they always will remain as a soft pinch.
    These blemishes will ache in me, the day you won't touch them. They'll always call you and ask for some time, with you.
    As I ask, "Ye sukoon kaha pe hai haasil?" I expect you to answer because your heart full of emotions knows it very well but this moment demands you not to.
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    // Dil ko mere, ye hai pata,
    Ke milon ka ye faasla hai
    Alag Aasman bhi hai to kya?
    Ye dil naa maane //
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    Nights when I was right over the moon and the mornings where I carried hopes hides me from the fact we are surrounded with. The psyche of mine knows it very well but my heart still chooses to rely on my lovely assumptions.
    Even if there are thousands of different beliefs, of yours, of mine, of people but as I say, "Ye dil naa maane"
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    //Ye gaadiyon ki esi daud sa
    Tera bhi dil daudta hai
    Haan jaa rahe ho door tum, to kya?
    Mai hi hu dil ka musafir //
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    You're a very bright light running from a galaxy of simplicity to a galaxy of subtleness and your heart follows you. But then there is me, unlike you, who follows his heart which follow yours'
    Yes I am a traveller who would love to stay on your heart. As I say, "Mai hi hu dil ka musafir"
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    // Toh ik baar phir tu haske zara
    Dekh le meri in aankhon mein
    Main kaid kar loon har wo pal tera
    Teri ye baatein.
    Jo hain......
    To aur kya hai ye baatein bata?
    Kyu ab din bhi dhalta nahi ye na ho to? //
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    The pages in my diary starts rustling when this zephyr of memories comes running from my window straight in my heart.
    There are smiles of yours described in my diary and the eyes of yours delineated by me but they still can't match the gleaming eyes of yours.
    Despite a diary all I remain is with emptiness because you're infinity.
    And when you go, I'll still write wondering, "Kyu ab din bhi dhalta nahi ye na ho to?"
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    // Tum udhe jaa rahe
    Ye aasmaan mein khidkiyon se dekh tu pahadon ko
    Yoon chote se lagey
    Hai kitne bade jo ho saamne.
    Dur jo hai khade
    Unhe bhi ye humari zindagi
    Yoon titliyon si choti choti si lage
    Hai kitni badi nahi jaante //
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    Yes you'll go flying like a bird, away from her home or like those delicate dandelions you'll leave but to my heart evrything seems small enough to be worked out but the truth engulfs me too.
    Every problems seems so small untill it isn't faced and this emotional fool always will neglect this.
    To the world it is small but then the raw emotions are just large enough to not be felt by everyone, as we say, "Hai kitni badi nahi jaante"
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    // Khaali ghar tera,
    Yeh chaabiyon ki goonj aise
    Tujhe daraa rahi, tu darna nahi
    Mai hoon yahin par //
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    Somethings aren't required to be understood and this desolation is just like that. They scare us, they hurt us, they take us to the extreme and we, we learn, we fight and at the end we accept it. And this drift in our life, of yours and of mine, has already taught us acceptance because all we accepted for the both of us is, "Mai hoon yahin par"
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    Ab Alag Aasmaan hai
    Aur hai zamin bhi kuch alag si
    Par miloge jab kabhi, jo dekhna tabhi
    Mai kuch alag nahi.....
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    Farewell ��
    The writeup is inspired,
    Picture credit - From pinterest.


    The last para needs not to be explained I guess.
    If you came till here, thankyou for reading.
    (I must say you're a good reader, heh)
    *apology for writing this huuuuggeee*
    #mirakee#writersnetwork#writersbay
    @supppy
    @my_cup_of_poetry

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    Alag Asman bhi hai to kya,
    Mai hu yahi par


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  • shrey2310 8w

    I wonder why these rustling leaves with this short slow wind attracts me
    Why these black weathers now has become a place of peace to me?
    And those people passing by I could see in their eyes
    And say that they're running from rejections of what they're made for.
    They narrate me ballads of love they made yet never felt,
    They narrate me whimsical stories where they end up winning every battles.
    I wonder why these topics of love and hate, horrendous and jubilant events don't awake the poet in me
    But then it comes to me silently asking for nothing but compells me in some way to get up and describe everyone that you feel, Poetic...
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    ©shrey2310
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    Random people random thoughts ��
    #mirakee#writersnetwork

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    I wonder why I feel Poetic?

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  • shrey2310 10w

    // Self-love//
    When in those car rides on the empty roads you're alone sitting in the back and you still decide to take a step towards the window, take out your head and feel every rays of sun kissing you, the loving warmth touching your heart and you're lost in the moment, then I guess you you're being loved.
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    When you keep scrolling and scrolling among all your good picture and there along the exist any bad ones but you still decide to save 'em, I guess you're being loved.
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    When those hot showers of water run all the way from your tip to toe and you let all your bad memories mix up with the hot steam and fly away, I guess then you're being loved.
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    When you decide to venture alone in this bright world with dark faces inside and still you manage to be happy brushing off all those filthy judgements and decide to live your life by your own rules. You're being loved.
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    When you decide to hold on to things that define you rather than losing your grip with them just for some people in your life pretending to be yours, I guess that's a gift you gave it to yourself.
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    When you keep running and running for your dreams, trying hard and hard to be deserving and in this hectic moment you still decide to stop. To stop and care for yourself, to rest for a while and jump back to this race again after some time, I guess the body of yours praises you.
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    When you've a whole pack of enigmas running in your mind and you decide to take a leap into these enigmatic queries you've asked to yourself and you bring out the positivity and lessons from each on them and leave the queries there itself, maybe then you did something you really deserved.
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    When you know very well the difference between self-pity and self-love, and decide never to show pity to yourself. I guess then you've learned a beautiful lesson today that is, "Love starts from self"
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    ©shrey2310


    Its too big this time but I hope it's worth reading


    What according to you does love starts from?
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    // Love starts from self //

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  • shrey2310 11w

    // When you come //
    When you come leaving all your tension behind
    Bring some cookies of love we shared together
    Beckoning buildings of love we built together
    We would sit near each other

    When you come showing your back towards all your bads
    Make sure you have your fresh start ahead,
    I'm happy you had stolen some hours from your life
    For me and for you spending some quality time.

    Make sure you bring new clothes of secrets you wear
    Which we would wear in front of each other.
    Bring not the clock showing all our bad times
    Let's be a slugabed and wonder of dreams we saw each other in.

    Waiting are my eyes to see you back in my life,
    Come when you want not when it's requisite.
    Longing for your arrival and your luggage indeed
    Waiting I am and poems I bleed....
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    Vocabulary:
    Slugabed- A lazy person who stays in bed long after the usual time of waking


    #writersnetwork#mirakee#ceesreposts
    (Thanks @writersnetwork for liking this one)

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    When you come

    Waiting are my eyes to see you back in my life,
    Come when you want not when it's requisite.
    Longing for your arrival and your luggage indeed
    Waiting I am and poems I bleed....
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  • shrey2310 11w

    // A Prosperous Man //
    ️Was it good to be a man with lots of followers in his hands,
    How prosperous would he be having services for free!
    Well I see people running behind him and for him,
    For a piece of paper to be scribbled by him or a mobile to be touched by him.
    Fame earns you money, fame earns you nerve
    But what for the people? Does it earn you love?
    Love for me is a 4th dimension science
    Or a sonoluminescence in deepest ocean lying.
    Touched by none, seen by none. Why does it exist, known by none
    Yet it exist rarely felt by one.
    The man I saw him sneak out of his house,
    Running so quick like a Jerry mouse
    Hiding from cats or we call people. Trapped in a mania he built for himself.
    Eyes and eyes added with cameras
    Blinking and clicking every moments of his persona.
    But he is a prosperous, need nothing else. The only thing he want is genuinity in his care.
    Care to be loved for the face behind his mask,
    Care to be accepted for the man he is, trapped in the bars,
    Bars of judgments glaring at him.
    But for now I would stop for one thing he has,
    He may need nothing but doesn't have what he wants,
    But still he is a prosperous man with lots of people in his hands......
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    ©shrey2310

    Vocabulary:
    Sonoluminescence - collapsing of a bubble underwater with a Soundwave creating bright light. However no one exactly knows why does it happen.
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    Howdy Writers����
    (I don't know what exactly have I wrote so read or not still will be thankful to you all)
    @mirakee @writersnetwork

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    A prosperous man

    Was it good to be a man with lots of followers in his hands,
    How prosperous would he be having services for free!
    Well I see people running behind him and for him.......
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