In the season of springtime noon,
I came out and chose to bloom.
The petals of mine gleam in the sun's rays,
the butterflies seem to find their ways
...
Your alluring beauty,
My chaotic thoughts
Your glinting eyes
And my touched heart
...
Fear
The haunting void frightens me,
while the murk of night screams so loud.
...
With a heart full of mess, I went to that building where I once went for solace.
The walls have turned incongruous in a flick of time,
Yet they seem to have cemented in them all our memories.
Within the confines of the walls, I heard my friends' laughter.
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This body of mine craves perfectionism; you are the perfection.
This heart of mine desires Zeal; you are the enthusiasm.
This mind in me needs harmony; you are the peace.
This soul in me is obsessed; you are the obsession.
...
At the table, present our favorite dish with fairy lights
Adorned with the grace of dedication so bright
I sat in the chair, opposite the girl I was
A victim of ignorance she once was
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These wild, lumbering thoughts of you, picked from the constellation of my heart, are no crime.
I defer to the falsehood and open the gate for you like a sentinel, for this is no crime.
What if these restless butterflies in me want to flank the flower of you? For I am not doing any crime.
When I leaf through the pages of my album and pause at your crinkled smile, no crime is committed.
...
There's a parasite in my brain
Slowly engulfing my nerves.
It seems to have been tangled itself,
How can I solve my own terms?
...
What a random Wednesday to write,
A pen and a book in my hand, with the sun so bright.
Trying to chase the imagery from the depth of my thoughts,
I have a voracious curiosity about you-that's all I've got.
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I, Ridhvi Sharma, a literature enthusiast, was born and raised in the picturesque north of India, in the Union Territory of Jammu and Kashmir. This serene and inspiring landscape has been my home for my entire life, deeply influencing my love for nature and the written word. Currently a high school student, I have recently discovered a profound interest in literature. This newfound passion drives me to explore the depths of human emotions and the beauty of the world around me through my writing. In my leisure time, I find solace in contemplating the elements of nature and the intricacies of life, translating these reflections into heartfelt poems. My journey through words is just beginning, and I aspire to continue sharing my unique perspective with the world.)
The Mourn Of A Flower
In the season of springtime noon,
I came out and chose to bloom.
The petals of mine gleam in the sun's rays,
the butterflies seem to find their ways
They whisper their secrets to me on a gentle breeze,
I listen closely, granting them peace with ease.
We play together, hide and seek at dawn,
then catch and chase till the dusk is gone,
all beaming, laughing, teasing, and believing
in the magic of each day's song.
I had just come to savor the rhythm of life,
but turns out god had scripted my strife.
The springs have vanished and so the thrive,
Summer emerges and here begins the cry to survive.
Nights are frigid, while the days seem too scorching hot,
I fear to not wilt inside the embrace of my pot.
Few days gone, I brace myself, missing the frosty caress of mist,
the sun is getting cruel and hotter as if the rain is not on its list.
I dangle on the stretch of my thread-like stem, carrying the secret of my pain alone,
Reminiscing the lost memories, for I yearn to call my friends who have gone.
I wish to spill my last secrets to them as I almost wither,
They have abandoned me like I wasn't once the one who glitter.
And in that moment, I found myself stuck between waiting for the right time and waiting for the right opportunity.