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Best Poems Written by Riya Srivastava

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15

There was a time I remember
When life felt dreamy,
Whose memories now seem fuzzy.
How did I realize so soon that life is not Disney?
Someone please tell me—when did I turn 15?

It feels like yesterday when the people in photo frames were with me.
How I wish I could go back and say goodbye happily.
There’s not much I can do but survive in this obligated reality.
Someone please tell me—when did I turn 15?

There was a time when I believed in forever,
But now life reminds me that forever can end anytime.
How did I get lost in these streets of uncertainty?
Someone please tell me—when did I turn 15?

Those walls, those gardens, those streets, those halls—
They scream nostalgia, they should remind me of my childhood,
Of the days when my heart didn’t feel heavy.
But for some reason, they stopped meaning anything to me.
Someone please tell me—when did I turn 15?

Those people who once belonged to me now belong to everyone.
Not that it hurts me—
It’s just that life feels scary
When I sometimes see myself lonely.
Someone please tell me—when did I turn 15?

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Maxe

I was trying to find a corner in this haze,
Except that it was a circular maze.
I wanted to see the end,
Who knew this maze was my only friend?

It seemed confusing and hard at the beginning,
Especially for someone who was used to winning.

Initially, I could not find a reason for this sudden maze;
It seemed like a trap.
The carved paths told me, "It is just a phase,"
So I moved along the path,
Fighting the evil, cherishing the good,
And leaving it in the past.

I met some angels along the way,
Who guided me night and day.

I tried, tried, and tried, hoping that one day I would escape.
So I moved along the path,
Letting the sunshine warm me and the winter teach me.
I bowed down, opened my arms, and embraced the wrath.

It rebuilt the person I was,
Killed the fear in me and earned me applause.
And then I realized—
The maze was never circular,
Just some fools like me try seeking the eternal.

Hence, if there is one thing that I have learned,
Life is not straight; instead, it is curved.
It makes me think we find death and the end simultaneously.
So, what’s the point of circling in these loops of infinity?

I must admit it now—
This maze is hard,
But there is peace in it somehow.
Sooner or later, whenever I reach the end,
My journey through the maze will always make me proud.