Tell me ,
how many times
did you bury
your soul in the
soil of melancholy
to let the plant
of poetry bloom?

Oh, dear heart!
Despite being so broken,
how do you look
in the face of adversity
with such intensity!

Oh, dear heart!
Despite being scattered
all over the place, how do
you still dream of building a
castle of love!

In the garden of Life,
you were the most
delicate
yet delightful
flower.
Oh, dear childhood,
Why did I ever
allow you
to die?

If I show you how thorns have
pricked every inch of my heart,
would you still view
it as a flowerbed?

Dear diary,
I heard, your tender-hearted pages
hold giant secrets while mighty hearts
of humans crumble under them.
I just wanted to know, would you protect mine?

Nothing lasts here
happiness or grief,
what makes life worth it then?

O giver! Owner of
The generous heart,
How have you mastered
this art?
Don't you ever
feel hurt, by day
and night playing this
part? Doesn't it
tear your soul apart?

How can I ever be left alone when I have whole universe to turn to?

To the people who are judgmental
Do you realise it could prove detrimental?
I ask, Is it essential?





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