When The Sun Is Rising, I Hope All The Warmth Is Stored Inside You. When The Sun Goes Down, I Hope All

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Darling,

press your fingers

to my neck. Can you

feel

my noteless melody, my

formless rhythm

and

the caged conductor in my

chest? I hope so; it's all for

you.

by me <3

Waiting for happen 🙂

I always am about to go to sleep at a beautiful 11pm and then something happens to me

10.04.2023 • monday

will ever be able to post on the day i study? we shall never know. *through tears* yesterday. i took myself on a study date and i was very productive! after coming back to my dorm, i once again studied in the cafeteria because it’s fun to be there. :]

love

Whenever I cry at the absence of love. I go to my backyard and sit on the swing. The same swing that my father loves. I look around and see tall trees, All stand tall as the evidence that there was love and care and nourishment. I see my neighborhood couple sitting on the bench, Her head resting on his shoulder as they talk about their days. I see clothes hanging, Woven with threads of love. I sit there with full belly because my mother cooked with so much. I am full because she made sure I ate enough of my favorite food. I wear my mother's ring and my father's t-shirt and my brother's bracelet. Everything reminds me of love. I am here because my ancestors loved and protected. I was born because of love. I was born to love. I was born to be loved. There was love before me. There will be love after me. There is love everywhere. River flows, birds chirp, Morning comes, people work, in the evening Sky is painted with pastels, Birds return to their nests. At nightfall there are streetlights, There is science because of love. People create for love; People create for the people they love. There is something like soulmates because there is love. There are best friends to love. People grow forests, walk across countries, find cures, cook, sing, dance, die, birth, weave, grow, heal, break All because of love. All for love. If only I were great enough to write a poetry on love, But love is poetry in its very existence.

" HERE"

I feel defeated and tired as I sit on the swing in my backyard in the dark.

Around me, are these tall trees and small plants,Very little stars in the sky,No moon in my sight.As if everything has an agreement of fatigue

.Flute playing from my phone makes me smile a little,Thinking that someone dedicated so much of their time and effort and love into this artwork.How they poured their heart and soul is just evident.

Chirping of cricket confronts me calmly,As if asking my well being.

Wind bustling through leaves,Flowing through my hair;Like a hand of assurance on my shoulder

.Squeaking of insects and croaking of birds tell me everything is going to be okay.

I will be okay, maybe not now, maybe tomorrow.I knew I was going to be okay.Everybody agreed.

Even regulus in the sky.Even though it seems lonely and soft.

But I am here.

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Hope you like these poems....

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Small relatable buddies. I’m tired but trying my best!

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i think one of the sweetest part of loving someone, is having their wellness prioritised as if it were your own. it's becomes natural to share whatever goodness you have or do, with them. like "oh!! this chocolate is so good! I'm going to save a piece for her!" or instinctively saying their name in every prayer you make. instead of thinking or doing good for only yourself, you do it for them too. love merge people in such a way, that they become not only a part of our life but an extension of us.

i am constantly relearning what it means to be human

the saying you cant miss what you never had is so insane to me.... like um actually i am always missing what i never had. theres so much missing... i miss everything