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Best Poems Written by Nandika Srivastava

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One Day

Something is holding me back?
Or is it my lack?
Is this wrong or right?
Why am I stuck in this silent night?

What am I now?
Why is the world pulling me down?
Save me before the storm takes me away,
I'm scared, what if I fade away?

Why I am the only one left here?
Is there someone who actually cares?
I'm tired of faking smiles,
And all the lies...
I don't deserve all these,
I can't lose everything please.

I'm locked up in a prison.
All the hate has risen,
But one day I'll break free,
And find that long forgotten real me.
One day, I'll end the reign of wrong,
And start my rule on the place where I actually belong.

One day I'll be the one I was meant to be,
And just believe in the power 'we'.
That one day will arrive soon,
As long as there is still the sun and the moon.

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It's Devastating How

It's devastating how...
From being the closest of friends, we are strangers now.
Well, I admit you're not the only one to blame.
I wish I hadn't turned a blind eye to your games.
I always pretended to be alright in front of you.
But I find it hard to imagine you with someone new.

It's devastating how
She's the one you adore now.
You act as if it was all my fault.
I failed to realize that this was your default.
I won't lie; she's far prettier and funnier than me.
I guess we weren't just meant to be.

It's devastating how...
I'm alone now.
I realize now that you've only come to me for favors.
It was stupid of me to ignore your behavior.
Your memories become my nightmares every night.
As usual, I just shrugged it off by uttering "alright."

It's clearly devastating how...
No one is ever going to be by my side now.
I thought you wouldn't leave me when I was surrounded by some horrible beings.
However, you recently became one too and hurt my feelings.
But I'll make an effort to let go and go on like you.
Maybe someday I'll be happy too.

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The Problem With Farewells

I can't forget the last time when we huged together.
The last time we posed for a photo.
The last time we shared a laugh
The last time we teared up together.
And it was probably the last time we ever met.

Having you was a blessing.
Having you was comfort.
Having you was the best part of the journey
Having you helped me to continue.
But leaving you is a disaster, and I can't do it.

I hate my feelings for you.
I hate my thoughts of you.
I hate the image of our time together.
And I really hate the sight of you leaving.

Why is it so difficult for me to face the reality?
Why can't I let go like others?
Why do things have to change?
I want to know, would we eventually become strangers?

The problem is in me, I know.
The problem is just I simply feel too much.
The problem is that sometimes, life demands some beautiful beings back.
The major problem is with farewells, we humans forget and move on in the end.

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What We Were Taught Vs the Reality

They say that honesty is the best policy.
However, a child confronting an elder with the same candour isn't a good quality.
They say there is no substitute for hard work.
So why do wealthy achieve the success we deserve? Is it our bad luck?
"Your character will give you respect"
But when you're successful, your character doesn't matters, why though? I object.
"Be thankful to all things"
But what about those horrible ones which cannot be helped with pills?
"Unity is strength"
Politics, backstabbing, fights, where all these negetive perks went?

Why the children are kept in a blur and left to discover the reality on their own?
This only result in their agony when they are grown.
'Cause whatever they thought is far different from the reality.
People are monsters, and this is just one of their brutality.

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Nerd

Yes, I'm a nerd.
But, on the basis that you call me a nerd, is absurd.
So what if I'm shy and quiet?
How on earth does that prove that I'm not right?
I feel suffocated when I'm with you guys.
I honestly think you're nothing but a bunch of hypocrites.

How come we are the villains when you shed your crocodile tears?
What if I'm really tired of your you-don't-belong-here stares?
"What? Trust me, I don't really discriminate against you guys. "
To the girl who said this: you are annoying and so are your lies.

I acknowledge that we don't have the same preferences or choices.
But does that make us so bad that you even get vexed by our voices?
This 'loving' poem was for my 'loving' classmates.
I can't, and I won't bother myself with your hates.

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A Rebel's Life

Yeah, we don’t fit in
But that’s not a sin
We are the villains according to the society
But what about the thing they give us called anxiety?
Yes, this is a rebel’s life
We gotta strive to survive

Our life is quite hard
Rejection is always on our cards
We haven’t committed any crime
But are treated as criminals every time
Yes, this is a rebel’s life
We gotta strive to survive

We aren’t bad
Just a bit passionate and mad
Yeah, we are different baby
A bit rude and arrogant—maybe
Yes, this is a rebel’s life
We gotta strive to survive

We are like phoenix; we’ll rise from the ash again
I promise all your efforts will go in vain
We can’t afford to look down
We always have to carry our crowns
Yes, this is a rebel’s life
We gotta strive to survive

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I Just Feel Full of Frustration

I just feel full of frustration.
I am unable to get a hold of this situation.
The hostility present has become too much for me to ignore.
I can't pretend to be strong anymore.
My thoughts are overflowing with regret, failure, and sorrow.
I just want to lie down and forget about tomorrow.

I just feel full of frustration.
It hardly has any explanation.
I'm not depressed.
I'm only distressed.
It feels as though I'm running in circles endlessly.
A contributing factor can be jealousy.

I just feel full of frustration.
Perhaps I should try to engage in some conversation.
I'm longing for something I've never owned.
I can't help it. I'm already numb and cold.
The dream I dreamed seems impossible as time slips by.
And I can't do anything except cry.

I just feel full of frustration.
Everything seems merely an illustration.
I feel unimportant and useless.
There seems to be no end, and I'm clueless.
I can't really express my problems in lines.
I assume I can't really escape these dreadful times.

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Bittersweet

I guess time is really bittersweet.
Sadly, our time together is complete.
Both people and their memories leave gradually.
And we all have to experience it individually.
However, it is what helps us recognise our priorities.
But I still wish people could come with guarantees.

I guess mysteries are really bittersweet.
All of those questions will just repeat.
Aren't we too self-absorbed to think that we're the only ones in the universe?
Who knows whether this is a blessing or a curse?
What will happen when we die?
Am I the only one stuck with all these "whys"?

I guess our whole life is really bittersweet.
There's just no way to cheat.
It is beautiful yet cruel.
We humans evolve, but are still fools.

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End of the Day

At the end of the day
I'm still at the same place
At the end of the day
I'm still wishing to rewrite the stars
At the end of the day
I couldn't befriend the odds

You never know
If we could go on forever
You never know
 where the bright lights hide
You never know
If we could ever reach the magical jungle

It finally ended
And there's no looking back
It finally ended 
But not my wishes and ambition
It finally ended
But some of those people never changed

This end is actually a new journey
And you've got no reason to be afraid
So this time, embrace the unknown
And get ready to dive in the sea of possibilities

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It's Up To You

The first gift is of love and empathy.
The second gift is of hate and hostility.
The third gift is of fate and destiny.
The fourth gift is of endurance and stability.
The fifth gift is intelligence and awareness.
The sixth gift is of creativity and insightfulness.
The seventh gift is of persistence and courage.
The eighth gift is of capability and reliability.
The ninth gift is of passion and ambition.
The tenth gift is of stubbornness and curiosity.
Due to the fairness of god, he gave some of these gifts to a person in excess and other gifts in less.
Each gift carries the potential to be a disaster or a portal to other dimension.
It's up to you whether to call the gifts a curse or a blessing.