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Adwitaa Singh Poem
I can still see a picture long gone,
waves of the ocean welcome and greets every edge of it.
The shedding leaves,
Then a thunder,
Reminds me of that picture with many cracks.
But just like autumn,
would the picture be also flowering in the near future?
Its shadow lingers around my thoughts, every glimpse of it reminds me of a new beginning,
or maybe of an end.
Copyright © Adwitaa Singh | Year Posted 2025
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The dream fills me with hope,
But opening my eyes,
Waking up to reality,
Shatters them all.
Dreams bloom like flowers in the spring,
While present is like a rainy night mixed with thunderstorms.
Would it have been better if I wasn't me?
Or if i would have been the dream-me?
Because if the dream fades,
Who am I left to be at all?
But maybe, just maybe,
She lingers in reflections,
In the silence between songs,
In the pause before I speak.
And wish I could say more.
Maybe I am her —
In the way I ache for color,
Even when all I see is a world fully dull.
Copyright © Adwitaa Singh | Year Posted 2025
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Would I ever be the person I wanted to be?
The one I would look up to,
When things got hard.
The one who makes me feel less heavy,
At heart.
Would I ever be her?
Her, whose aura screams and wails,
Of things unknown to this running world.
Her, whose heart is tender,
And soul is made up of fragments of her memories.
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I heard the trees rustling,
Whispering something untold,
I tired to decode it,
And found the secret of life.
Secret is simple—
Live, laugh and love,
While hearing,
And feeling the pulse of nature.
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I was sitting near the shore,
listening to the waves.
The blue and the night sky spoke to me like never before.
Their distant voices became dull—
something inside me twirled.
The sound of the waves
was just like the voices, long forgotten.
Sand burned my feet,
memories rushed back.
While I kept ignoring it,
the pain slowly, painfully crept back.
The voice—now more clear.
I could hear the chatters, the laughter.
Tears brimmed in my eyes,
as the burning grew more intense.
A hand on my shoulder
slammed me back to the world.
The voice now long gone,
but the stars glimmered brighter than before.
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I stitched my silence with threads of things I couldn’t say.
I yearned with the last pieces I had stored away.
The moon watched me unravel, but never turned away.
The sea heard my cries, but never bothered to ask me "why?".
I carved poems on the inside of my ribs just to feel alive.
And the lines suffocated me instead of bringing me back to life.
Now I wear my pain like a second skin—
Quiet, but tight.
Eyes search for yours in a room filled with aching hearts.
But yours were always the kind to look away when it got too dark.
The smile you wore felt so fake,
Never could see me in the eye but always watched me When it was time to say— goodbye.
You held my ghost like it was still breathing,
But never dared to touch the girl I was beneath.
Touched my skin like it’s what made me, me.
Still, unaware about the nights in me.
You kissed daylight onto my body,
But left my shadows starving in silence.
So I became the quiet storm you never saw coming
Soft in presence,
But drowning everything you left untouched.
Copyright © Adwitaa Singh | Year Posted 2025
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