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Best Poems Written by Anjana Shakya

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Searching for myself

I am searching for myself,
The one who once walked by my side,
In the corner of a closed room,
Where dreams were penned with pride.

I sought the open sky,
Yet, inside, I wove my own web,
Like a spider crafting its thread,
Building dreams in silence instead.

Sometimes, my heart would race east,
At times, it ran west,
Dreams, so restless and fleeting,
Left me exhausted, never resting.

I chased the light in search of hope,
Then ran toward darkness with no scope,
Countless dreams, yet to be fulfilled,
I grew weary as they all stood still.

Tired, both I and my dreams,
Unrealized, caught in endless streams,
Now even dreams have ceased to arrive,
Abandoned by sorrow, no longer alive.

With dreams gone, so too my drive,
Maybe I, within, have lost the will to strive,
And in the end, I lost myself too,
All because I couldn't see it through.

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From the Heart of a Wife

We've shared so many pages, each one bright,
But the tears have blurred the colors, day and night.
Fears of losing, tears of longing,
A love that's fading, and still I’m holding on.
Once we were close, though miles apart,
Now together, but our hearts are falling apart.
I gave you my all, with every breath,
But now, it feels like I'm just a shadow left.
In the silence, my voice feels unheard,
The love I gave seems lost in each word.
You were my world, my hope, my dream,
But now, I wonder if I truly mean.
I never asked for love to fade,
I know you love me, but still, I'm afraid.
Love alone can't keep us strong,
It's respect, it's trust, where we belong.
You are my world, my partner, my guide,
But where's the devotion that's deep inside?
For a wife, her husband is her lord,
But for you, am I just a passing word?
When I lost you, I stayed in your memory,
Yet when you lose me, you're quick to move on, so free.
Why the difference, this painful divide?
Why does a man move on, while a wife stays by your side?
I am your love, but do you see me?
Am I your world, or just a shadow to be?
In your eyes, do I still have a place,
Or am I just someone you can easily erase?
I long for the love that once was true,
For the warmth, the care, the bond we knew.
But if respect is lost, and devotion is gone,
What is love but an echo of a song?

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Nightmare

Thousands of Times I committed suicide in my dream 
But my guts didn’t allow once in a life
In my dream I could hear ruckle
Was it mine?
Sometime I feel me and death are too propinquity
And sometime it's like sun and earth
I feel like a macula for this land
I am a flicking light approaching to end
The end of race is right before
But still running for the start
I can't eschew my soul
So, I am still here
Sorry god I am still alive
Thanks for the life you gave
Waking me up from Nightmare
Guiding me to success

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The Story Rolls On

Yo, check the wall! New calendar's up!
Crisp corners, dates so clean, what's up?
"New Year, New Beginning!" the cards all scream,
Same old story, same old tired dream.
But out HERE, where the city grinds,
Where the real world leaves the fairy tales behind,
A new beginning? Nah, that's a lie!
The story keeps rolling, till the day we die!
Like the train tracks, the elevated's roar,
The rhythm shifts, but it's the same track, for sure!
Those dreams you chased, that stalled and died?
They aren't GONE, they're just buried inside.
Like Leo, still sketching, year after year,
Building on lines, wiping away a tear.
No magic gift on January one,
Just the story unfolding, 'til the race is done!
And the stumbles? The slams? The words you regret?
Etched in your brain, you aren't forgotten yet!
Missed free throw? Blurted out a lie?
Lessons learned, beneath the city sky!
Aren't no clean slate, no magic erase,
Just a hard knock school, in this relentless place!
But this turning of the page, this isn't all bad,
A breath on the corner, before the road gets mad.
Look back at the traffic, the smooth, the near miss,
The folks who helped you, with a hand or a kiss.
Gratitude, A quiet thank you,
To the forces that shaped, the old and the new!
Then you scope the road ahead, the destination's there,
But you got a better map, you know the potholes to beware!
More muscle in your legs, a fire in your soul,
Picking up the pace, taking back control!
Forget the fairy tales, the pristine start's a joke,
Grab the chalk dust, the smudges, the smoke!
Draw a clearer picture, stronger and BOLD,
The story continues, till we're grey and old!
So keep your eyes open, kid, learn from the fight,
Keep moving forward, with all your damn might!
The world keeps turning, the story's never done,
So yell it out loud: THE STORY ROLLS ON!

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Betrayed young love

Here a tales of love and devotion that are casually penned,
On the day hearts are filled, a young girl's voice is Rend.
A beast in human form, a wicked sight,
Defiles a pure, innocent child in the night.
Then society enters the scene,
Painting her as a soiled, tender flower, unclean.
Her character is stained, her name is defiled,
No tears are shed, no one stands by her side.
And when she fades away, they call her pure and bright,
For she becomes a symbol of sorrow and blight.
Candles are lit as a mournful display,
Applauded for speaking of her tragic way.
For a few days, her story fills the air,
Then another young girl becomes their care.
Again, an innocent's throat is torn,
And the cycle repeats, a tale forlorn.
The story's the same, the characters replace,
As innocent girls are marked with disgrace.

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festive light

I see the colors, bright and true
Red, Blue, Green, and Pink in view.
Yet, all feels dim, a shadow’s fall
As sadness dims the festive lights.

Loneliness shines so bright
A spark lost in the night.
What once was bold, full of cheer
Now fades away, consumed by fear.

The colors no longer show
For sorrow’s touch has made them slow.
And in this world, where light hides
A heart alone still hurts inside.

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Disturbing Untold Story

I heard a story today, it felt just like mine,
In this scary, monster city, it made my heart pine.
Someone hurt themselves, tore their own skin, you see.
Yes, a story just like mine, it came right back to me.
You are brave, so much braver than I.
You told your hurt out loud, under the open sky.
My pain, I keep it hidden, in a locked-up room inside,
And a piece of me dies slowly, with nowhere to hide.
How can they break the good things they helped to grow?
It's better to just kill me, and let my blood flow.
How can they meet their own daughter, when she's all alone in the dark?
I heard a story today, it felt just like mine,
In this scary, monster city, it made my heart pine.
Someone hurt themselves, tore their own skin, you see.
My friends talk of fathers, of love, warm and kind.
Then they ask about mine, what stories I find.
But how can I tell them?
About a love that's a secret, a hurt I can't show,
A love that's forbidden, a pain I can't let them know.
A monster father's love, something so wrong.
Hands that should teach small steps, where I belong,
Instead made my feel cold between my legs, on a freezing day.
Hands that should gently touch, and softly play,
Gave me a "love" that took my voice away.
I heard a story today, it felt just like mine,
In this scary, monster city, it made my heart pine.
Someone hurt themselves, tore their own skin, you see.
Yes, a story just like mine, it came right back to me.