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Behind weeping eyes

Urge to drown in the ocean
Of the eyes that belong to him,
Indulged in pure devotion
To the smile that makes me dim.

But when he fixes his hair
As I hold my pen to write,
I'm left stunned in the moment,
Lost for words to describe.
-laxika

Copyright © Laxika Vishnoi | Year Posted 2024


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Wispers of another realm

If you look in the corners,
You'll find her sitting there.
Muttering in a tone softer,
That she is nothing but a mere.

With her head inside the book,
She indulges herself in an imaginery world.
Where things are exactly the same as they look,
Instead of the promises which are actually curled.

As she dives deeper, begin to find the peace within,
Forgets about the grief and isolation, and feels the joy in her skin.

Reality is different, 
From the world she went in.
Filled with loss and loneliness,
Unlike the abundance of love she felt therein.
-laxika

Copyright © Laxika Vishnoi | Year Posted 2024

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Voice of me

It has been months
Since I stepped out of my house,
Nowhere to go, darkness espoused.

It has been months
Since I laughed out loud,
Impulsive enough, to not wear a shroud.

Then one day, I decided to step out
Into a world, full of crowd.
And then,
In the midst of the crowd,
I heard a voice—
The voice that I missed in the darkest of nights,
The voice that always felt, but never was mine.
-laxika

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Buried feelings

And then one day, I chose to start,  
A journey deep into her heart.  
To search for reasons that tore her apart,  
To heal the wounds, mend the scarred.

To my surprise, a child I found,  
Caged within, without a sound.  
Behind four walls, with eyes so bare,  
Yearning to speak, with so much to share. 

But each time I neared, she'd retreat,  
A quiet dance, her steps discreet.  
My heart reached out, but she'd withdraw,  
A fragile distance, soft and raw.

I searched for the scars, engraved deep within,  
Whispering tales of battles they couldn’t win.  
Each mark spoke volumes, of sorrow and despair,  
A silent cry, longing for someone to care.

The agony was terrible, even for me to fonder.
How could a child endure it? ceaselessly i ponder.
She has walked alone for miles, i couldn't help but wonder
As her heart screamed louder, the deeper i wandered.

Now I couldn't wander more, as my heart broke to her this way,  
So I stepped out of her heart to bring solace to her pain.  
But it broke me when I saw her lifeless and still,  
Lying on the deathbed, in the body that was mine to feel.
-laxika

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New season

It's the time for a new season, September again,
The 9th month of the year, when autumn retains.
Autumn
That turns luscious greenery into gold,
Striving to live, with stories untold.
The struggle that goes in vain as defeats exhibit,
They fall to the ground, their journeys quit.

Many more leaves fell upon the ground,
Waiting to rejuvenate, as they propound.
Soon the entire September went by, lacking allure,
To see them relive the life, ended premature.
-laxika

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When Love Spoke Softly

And in that moment, 
I realized I love him. 
When he spoke of the games he played, 
Or his progress at the gym.
Every word he said sounded so addictive.

The little efforts he made, the things he gifted. 
Everything about him made me question, 
What is this feeling that I get?
To which my heart replied, 
"It's the love you've been seeking forever."

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Flowers in my mind

Now I’ve been lying on the bed for over an hour,
Constantly thinking about you and thoughts that make me sour.
Cherishing the moments, the days when you brought me flowers,
Days when your love was limitless, enjoying the heights of towers.

I can’t believe that you are not with me anymore,
But trust me,
I still miss you every day.
And I will,
Until I’m six feet under the ground, at God’s door.
Because even when there are only 39 minutes left in life,
You are the only thing i adore.
-laxika

Copyright © Laxika Vishnoi | Year Posted 2024

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