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Arshita's World Of Poetry Poem
The pitch-black sky
Roars out loud,
Scaring the humans
Lurking around.
However, the danger remains hidden,
For it’s the flash, not the roar,
That destroys
Within no time save.
Copyright © Arshita's World of Poetry | Year Posted 2025
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when trees are crushed,
papers forms.
a beacon of knowledge,
but also the end of a lively plant.
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Copyright © Arshita's World of Poetry | Year Posted 2024
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Arshita's World Of Poetry Poem
I never thought about being here,
Merely as an option.
To someone, I can’t adore
But also to the one I can’t bestow.
These waves of misperceptions,
Creates a sense of insecurity,
As I juggle myself back and forth.
Those hearty chapters now come to an end.
My broken pieces are craving to be restored,
But your hammer of rejection,
Knocks me down as I try to heal.
The turmoil within me has become unbearable,
Breaking me through.
Copyright © Arshita's World of Poetry | Year Posted 2024
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My head crashes to the desk.
Flashbacks—oh, so cruel.
A hammering heart, a desperate soul,
I reach to touch you…
But you vanish.
I run to you, but you’re always faster,
Slipping away again.
“Come back,” I scream.
He says,
“No, I don’t love you… I never really did.”
Silence. I stop running.
“No… no.”
Sobs break free.
My chest feels hollow—
Not from grief,
But from the absence of it.
Not even pain wants to stay anymore.
My voice breaks, as I say—
“Please… don’t leave me.”
My body shook.
I fall again,
Not in love but in fear.
I look down, at the cracks in the floor—
So much similar to my heart.
I look up, still hoping… then regretting.
Your back was turned as you walked away.
Copyright © Arshita's World of Poetry | Year Posted 2025
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I saw you there
sitting alone in a corner
while our classmates played.
The look in your eyes—
longing to belong
but fearing to fall.
We were seven then,
in all the chaos,
still finding our places.
You noticed me or not,
I never knew,
but I saw you smile
when you saw the chocolate
I hid in your bag.
Then… one day, your seat was empty.
The next day, and the next.
No one spoke of you—
as if you were never really there.
I grew up
hoping you did the same,
somewhere.
Copyright © Arshita's World of Poetry | Year Posted 2025
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There's always the otherside
of something so beautiful
somehow, it always finds me
Crashing like a storm
Drenching me with sorrow
Slamming me back to the place
I hardly belong
Pull me out
Bring me peace
It's too much chaos here
I cannot breathe...
Copyright © Arshita's World of Poetry | Year Posted 2025
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Arshita's World Of Poetry Poem
A candle
left untouched on the shelf,
forgotten among brighter things.
No one reaches for it
when sunlight hides the dark,
or when the lights turn on.
Only when the wires snap,
when the room goes dark,
do they search for it
desperate.
It burns for them,
soft and steady.
But even then,
the end is the same:
the wax melts
giving all it had,
and yet, they forget
since they needed it
only for a moment.
Copyright © Arshita's World of Poetry | Year Posted 2025
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