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Best Poems Written by Reya Suri

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My Winter, Your Summer

the snow
undissolved
amid my heart
wanders eternal
as does my avidity
its difficult to accept
“to move on to forget”
six feet yet unreachable
how will this feeling melt
my everything lost tomorrow
‘we’ wander, separate, absent
as I hang by the blistering icicle
I want to accept but never forget
will a 'farewell' do me as to liberty
my tears frozen yet sentiments warm
let our memories perpetual we coexist
as you’l love in summer and I will in winter
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Implant Within me a Seed

Implant within me a seed monthly, though the pulverization derides me. Let it conjure hope and solace to shatter my reality as venomous weeds entwine it, sickening me as I lay still in the liquid birthed from my own fruit. Implant within me a seed; let the feral roots ensnare it, suffocating my every breath and cell until it ruptures--obliterated within my frail and aching tree. It be destined to return but stripped of the avant-garde its predecessor once possessed. Implant within me a seed; it’ll part for months, leaving my psych mangled as blood seeps through trypophobic perforations crafted solely by its hand. The seed, thriving as I decay, renders its final blow the day we die. Implant within me a seed; force it into a sanctum where it does not belong, and let fate, warped and distorted, contort my marred soul. That which I once refused to acknowledge shall now delude my senses, forcing me to reach for those who feel not love but only pity for my aberrant roots. Implant within me a seed; let me perish within its absence, yet perpetually suffer under its presence. Wound me with my own creation.

Your end creates you
It will return to rip you
Plant it, watch it die

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I Breathe Lies

Betwixt our deceptive connection
Lies told, to always end in
I’ll never have a profound perspective
As my skepticism results in your grin

When our paths crossed
Like two sailboats in a panoramic sea
I believed you were mannerly
Though, sprouted unexpectedly was your immorality

My standpoint was already set 
My conception was that you’d abet
To all the curves, bumps, and facets of me
Though you’d never devote to me
You’d only break me to debris

Every word transmitted from your “soul”
Carried no true sentimental worth
Yet I believed you, over my mind you had control
Desiring for your concealed lies to rebirth

Lies and gas-lighting were brought upon me
Despite your affectionate expressions
I thought truth be told, that I was free
But I’m now trapped under your early impressions

Doubting and doubting your false affection
Perhaps you don’t know how to express emotion?
But deep inside, I know that’s untrue
That I’m just someone to be used, at least to you

Though acceptance is quite challenging for me
I’m unsure of why I still trust you
As you treat me like nobody
Though these lies will forever pursue.

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a shatter of silence


“A fight of voice exceeds one of fists.”

Bludgeoned, broken, cast away,
Time devours, your name decay,
Ascend beyond the gilded throne,
Unsung, unrested, still overthrown.
 
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Animating Inner Vibrance

Betwixt the pulse of our heartbeat
Simply present, head-heart linking
Dwelling in time stretched blissful peace
Awareness becomes unblinking

Till your fatal entry 
My heart leaps with indignation
You ask through penchant, profound plea
Of my being; you’re quite brazen

Rewrite the irate of my aggravated heart
For to love you is to part with my conceit 
And as for my esteem, I’m going to depart
My sense of self depletes

Terminating sentiment from my trembling frame
The connection amidst us, so revolting
But I can’t stop, the tale is the same
Therefore I bid farewell to my sanity, a new relation is molding

So I accept, our hearts coalescing
Mine beats like drums, so invigorating
It’s held to be self evident that words won’t suffice 
The thrill exhilarating as our hands intertwine

You’re beginning to damage me
Remaining nonchalant, I turn a blind eye
I ignore the pain accelerating through my body
Though it’s starting to shriek and cry

I now comprehend the circumstances I’ve been thrown in
The urgency to abscond, it’s right
Attempting and attempting to break of this connection
Though I’m trapped in this, the solution will forever remain unidentified

My gaze shifts towards your face, despair coursing through me
You’re aware of your actions, your ego you know of
But in the blink of an eye, fate hits; you drop me into the sea
My blood spills everywhere, as I remember; I forgot how to love.

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torn by my own being


Silence hangs, air is deathly
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The silence breathly
thousands of my voices
They tear at my choices
~tear~
roughing--
till                  I
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reduced
to                     nothing.      

In the hush of solitude
when no soul lingers near
my own thoughts will rise
the loudest voice to hear

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Why do I bother fighting to live?

[“Without love, what is there to fight for?”]
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Death, abandonment, and suffering; all these, while tragic, are inevitable. A thought has perpetually lingered within my mind; if such events are so tragic, why do people move forward? Why do they possess such motivation in the sense that they will move on, even in the event of a crisis?
Countless hours of thinking to myself, laying on bed whilst staring at the ceiling— until I think of it. Why am I fighting?
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Like everyone, I have suffered; I have lost or almost lost people who I love, I have been abandoned and left at my lowest, yet I keep living. To understand, I made a list.
My parents, who have raised me and fed me
My sister, who has always supported me and was there for me
My Aunt and Uncle, who have showed me the world
My friend, who has always made me laugh no matter what
My friend, who has grown up with me and stayed
My friend, who is silly and I will always be there for
My friend, who I can talk to about anything and everything
My friend, who talks to me about Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure and music theory
For music, for poetry, for art
For love.
No matter what I go through, I love many; and they love me too. 
It now makes sense to me; that despite the unfortunate circumstances in my life, and in many others, we persist. Some may not even fight for themselves; they fight to look at the sun, to continue their hobbies, to be loved and to love;
But no matter what?
Keep fighting. I love you.

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A Flowerless Corpse

Snowing-- a hiemal, deathly air
 Their frigid, frostbitten fingers hold nothing
  Uncomfortable silence washes over all there
   A petalless, thorny rose someone is clutching

   Her corpse, defunct, stiff yet motionless
  Skin, once warm brown, now ghastly
 Her grinning face, now emotionless
They thought she would die lastly

Life has limits, death endures eternity
 From her loss, not a single tear was shed
  She, a daughter, never within confraternity
   No one ever cared to hear the words she said

   So she lay, her arms crossed against her chest
  No flowers were dropped upon her frail body
 Instead, the thorny rose stabs her breast
Unhuggable cacti she could embody

On her prickly torso, blood streams
 No one shall wipe liquid and spikes off
  No one shall pay respect, it now seems
   They simply do not really care; they scoff

   So there she’ll lay, unloved and disrespected
  With not blooms and gold, but many a thorn
 Only snow showers her, quite expected--
That no one would dare to mourn.

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My Truths

From today onwards, I have the right to write my own life
I don’t want my future to be shaped by the opinions of others anymore
 I will reject anything I don’t want 
and I refuse to be gaslit as I have been before
I hate prejudice and injustice 
and refuse to sacrifice my needs for others 
who wouldn’t give anything in return
 I have the right to be happy
I have the right to get what I want 
I have the right to make the people I love happy
and I will pursue this mindset forever
In my life, I am the director
the main actor
and from now on, the scriptwriter
I won’t let others change my fate, I will be me, and I will be free!

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A Fault In YOUR Sentiment

I yearn for not but your devotion true
A sacred bond you must uphold
You breathed me in the breath I drew
Yet love runs from you faint and cold

Have I transgressed? I toil in vain,
Yet still, you shun my desperate plea.
Affection spurned, a heart in pain,
Forsaken in this MISERY.

Hey, sire, would you ever love?
“I do not, I do not care.”
Can you take me seriously?
“You’re young and stupid.”

Not a day by without the wonder
Of the lack of sentiment you bring
Reflection, though not a blunder
So in your fault I now can sing.