Shriya

Heart of a child, wit of a fool

[Shriya @shriyawns]

Being brave doesn’t mean you aren’t scared

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Turning into a common noun

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What do you do with the guilt when you try to pull a bullet out of someone's chest and they die in the process?

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This is how it is.
This is how it should be.
memories cocooned in a theory that cannot make you suffer practically.

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in the dog eared pages of my diary,
we both are epitomes of peace now.
You are the aftermath of war.
I am the silence before one.

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I have mastered the art of collecting your grief in the bucket of my words and leaving my poems unkempt for my heart to remain untouched by the territory of your existence.

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i have this habit of running away from the present and revisiting the past to find out what happened

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“Some days I don’t want to be brave. I just want to feel safe enough to be weak, and held nonetheless.”

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The leaves fall and turn yellow.
My heart shrinks as I reminisce my childhood.
No one comes back from the past.
No one can go there.
Memories sing like anklets tied around the feet of time.

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Change is a haunting truth.
The universe shifts. People leave.
You grow.
What is here now, will no more remain the same as you reach the end of this sentence.

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The most persistent illusions are rarely maintained by a lack of evidence, but by an abundance of hope.

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At one point, people become so accustomed to someone’s breaking that it no longer interrupts their peace

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To be different,
I write poems
and my poems
help to differentiate me
from everyone else.
Some days I am an epitome of grief.
Other days I am the synonyms of happiness.

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“I need to prove myself every moment, bit by bit, or else I will disappear like paper boats in the sea.”

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My mind is a civilization of hallucinations.
Under it, there are sour phrases I have been chewing upon for so long.

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So we keep breaking,
allowing pinholes in our skin.
After all,
the sun cannot enter
an enclosed room.

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Gentleness looks like a warning sign to those who are cradled to sleep by cruelty, every night.

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We are servants of our fears.
With freedom, we lose direction.

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You need to learn not to offer your heart every time someone offers you a hand.

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Yes it hurts to have something,
and then lose it.

But to never have it?