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Aditi Garg Poem
Ohh no I polluted my eyes with regret of truth of my life
Why do I have to be such a mess under the blanket when none belive that ohh how can she be so blended
Never got asked that was it tuff , was it unaliving to survive but hey I survived
Ohh to be loved unconditionally
Are u crazy this is life not movie but I stayed alive with the smile in my eyes
A side character in my own story
Can't imagine a life without turbulence for a while
, falling , trying, gripping, living , I died sorry I couldn't protect my paranoid
Am I enough now or I should tear my another vein so u could feed the insecurities I didn't ignite
Why do I have to pay rent to live in my own house , I am sorry did I just tried to be a child
I will switch my flip again please don't disappoint
I am tired I feel like a puppet manipulated that its a free spirit animal living it's life
I promise I don't hate u I just hate that I never fight for my spirit which was crying to express it's freedom which I never buy oh I wonder why
I am always fighting a battle which always requires a fight which never promises the victory for which I salted my eyes
Don't worry it's a phase of my life which just became my life I wish I could skip it but that would be suicide
I am not a loser I just kept my hold on the rope my hands tearing , blooding but I still climb
Are u happy now I hope so if not then I guess I will keep my scars alive
Ohh u call it life but ungrateful me call it a punishment which I have to survive
Will my battles be ever over , I am losing my grip oh no I don't want to die If I lose the rope how will I survive please be happy I can no longer keep my hold tight
I want to live I want to survive
Trust me let go the anger u have for ones who always made u feel u are not sufice
Ohh come on I was a child not a lottery who would bring fortunes in your life
Oh sorry I forgot I am a investment not a human or maybe a cat who can live 9 lifes
So I am going to survive even if I am dead inside because this is what u call life
I am not going to lie this is the best thing ever happened to me in my puppetfied fight which people told me is called life
Excuse my paleness I drained out myself to born a salty flood of my life
I need to forgive u and forget the endurance of that little girl who craved love and was just a child born to die
Humans are just overrated toys even the dead with no breathe understandand in return don't ask for My demise
Copyright © Aditi Garg | Year Posted 2024
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A thing, a thing so beautiful that even the evil eyes consider it as a obsession.
Something so fragile that it can break a person into many pieces, a thing that one experience once in their lifetime, if done right it can make a cracked one healed and if it goes wrong it ruin every breathe of that person.
The thing so rare and sparse that not every being can discern. It comes to one least expected, it makes one a crazy prisoner locked in a jail full of devotion. One’s heart drums in their body to confess that in all strange maybe they dynamite love. I guess once again the have been enshrined
Copyright © Aditi Garg | Year Posted 2024
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Once the Earth was waiting too much
Flowering the best code
It look like a wedding planned
Just for it to land
The earth was blooming to much
The birds were cooing
To pleasant it with lei of love
Even the quiet was speaking too much
Waiting for it like a plant wait for the sunlight to bloom it up
It’s finally arrive, but it was eerie too much
The earth soaked calamity instead of luscious
The birds weren’t mellifluous enough
even the quite was deaf enough
The earth was sailing its own recked boat in its own land which was bloody enough
It was raining too much that the drops were salty enough
It seems like the Earth was waiting too much
Copyright © Aditi Garg | Year Posted 2023
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The art, the art of seeing with the eyes of a soul
when u observe,the depth of words
when every puzzle staris to untangle and you realize the depth of love
it's an art to suffer and observe to cope instend of mourning over words
how innocent the soul is, Don't enrich the Curse
don't blame the destiny, it's all the mercenary you brought To the world
don'tblame the poet, blame the expense of ardor
Copyright © Aditi Garg | Year Posted 2024
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Aditi Garg Poem
Once the Earth was waiting too much
Flowering the best code
It look like a wedding planned
Just for it to land
The earth was blooming to much
The birds were cooing
To pleasant it with lei of love
Even the quiet was speaking too much
Waiting for it like a plant wait for the sunlight to bloom it up
It’s finally arrive, but it was eerie too much
The earth soaked calamity instead of luscious
The birds weren’t mellifluous enough
even the quite was deaf enough
The earth was sailing its own recked boat in its own land which was bloody enough
It was raining too much that the drops were salty enough
It seems like the Earth was waiting too much
Copyright © Aditi Garg | Year Posted 2023
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Aditi Garg Poem
Why did i did that i shall never do that again
Should never make them feel like this again
Feeling empathy for the soul why am i doing it again I must be absurd overreacting again
I feel for those who feels like a prisoner with no crime being a prey of hatred as a acid rain
I wish none feels the feeling when you feel like a victim between the people society says are our patron
You can blame the scars and dismiss the healing to process ignore the cause and act like I have became blemish
I admired you and never looked at someone thinking they could be superior then my patron but only did I knew that world is not fair
Judgements kept flooding but I tried to splash around and find that patron but little did I know those judgements were a result of jejune and rickety of my dear
Now I admire silent showers because none can blame my red eyes from my tears
Now I admire outlanders because atleast I can share without worrying about the abuse I suffer due to my patron’s fear
I swear I try sacrificing everything I affectionate
Just that I could see a smile at my patron’s face
I never cared enough for myself because of the worldly formalities you provided to show you care but I am sorry to tell that those scars are still fresh i have to hide them and disguise them as a past war I beared
I hope someday I care enough to think about myself who always cared for ones who showed little valentine and made me feel like that they care
I hope someday patron you care enough to understand me the way you expect to be cared to listen to my causes of the scars I bore so you could smile with pride infront of the fellow people who never showed even little concern over things you feared
Copyright © Aditi Garg | Year Posted 2024
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