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Mohika Pingoliya Poem
Is it really me or the one that I hate
Is it you what hurts or it's me that hurting u
Always in fear
Always in the escape
It's my fault or am I loser
I wanna lose me not you
My feelings are waves & I'm drowning
I know no ones comes but still why I'm waiting
It's me out of mind or is it just you who make me crazy
Look how pathetic I am
Cause loving got no mind
God made me believe we are one
But why not our mind
They say soulmate find each other
But why me & you
We find each other but not searching the true
Loving got so pain but sometimes heals too
Fun is that I don't know we healing or not
I hate you but not more than me
You are escape I wanna find but tragedy is that
Escapes are never real
They're just places we want to hide in
But how they're fun , they're like what never gonna true
I wanna loved by you but you only one that hurting
I wanna be kind but u made me go crazy
I'm the girl who always love the fairytale
But now it's make me fear more that
What if I'm just the villain that always lies in fairytale
You're the sugar that always make my tooth decay
But oh I love the sugar, they're sweetest thing I found
You're colour of red that signs love
But oh I'm too blind to see signs of danger
Whenever it's hurts me I feel like to run
But where should I
You're the mama that always beating me
But I can't leave
Cause mama is the home
I don't know , me is wrong or you
But god made us and I like you
We're the same but still different
& We're so different but still same
That's are things that attracting me
But when the sunset nights are here
I'm go blind and don't know where
I'm searching for light for us but you're just sleeping
I'm weeping all night but u're just snoring
I'm asking questions to me & me just ignoring
I like to be a sleeping beauty but what if
I'm just a maleficent
I wanna be loved
I wanna be kind
But something got me different
I want to be different but still becoming the same
I don't who is me, I'm forgetting me
I'm forgetting me
Empty things , empty mind but don't know what's the real thing suffocating me....
Are soulmate really find each other than where's mine
Or if I already find him than why he choking me
Or if I don't than why I'm unable to find other than you
Sometimes I wanna dying & make u cry
But I'm fear more that if you don't say goodbye
I fear that I'm only one sad and can't be a Disney queen who punishing the one that choking her
I don't wanna a masochist but it's the thing that makes you happy.....
I fear you is me and me is you
Or if is it true than who is really hurts
Or is it just what I hate the most is I'm becoming...
Copyright © MOHIKA PINGOLIYA | Year Posted 2025
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Mohika Pingoliya Poem
Mother – A Feeling
Mother...
An emotion, a shadow, a voice.
Whether she belongs to someone or not,
whether she’s with you or not,
everyone knows what a mother is.
Ask anyone, and only one answer comes—
Care, love, sacrifice.
She may not be present in her own life,
but she’s supposed to be in ours.
I don’t know what a mother really is,
but I do know—
what a mother should be.
I know what a house is,
but I don’t know the feeling of a home.
I know what a mother is,
but not a mother’s love.
Does a mother not have a mother too?
Doesn’t she deserve love as well?
I feel the presence of a shadow every day,
but not the home.
The mother exists,
but I don’t see my mother.
Maybe she leaves,
telling me,
“You will have to become a mother too.”
Why doesn’t she stay for me?
Doesn’t a mother deserve love too?
Even I could say...
“I never speak up,
but I, too, fear the dark, Maa.”
But she always says...
“You’ll become a mother too one day,
and then you’ll understand.”
So I never said anything.
I still feel scared,
but a mother—
she never knows the touch of her own mother’s pallu.
She forgets the way back home... doesn’t she?
There’s so much to say about a mother,
but I wrote this…
for her love.
Everyone knows what a “good mother” means,
but I wrote this…
for the questions a mother never asks.
Leaving one home
to build another—
it’s never easy.
A mother is necessary for everyone,
but...
a mother doesn’t have a mother, does she?
Maybe my mother doesn’t know anything,
but they say—
A mother knows it all.
Sometimes I wonder...
Why is my mother like this?
But maybe...
that’s just how mothers are.
Copyright © MOHIKA PINGOLIYA | Year Posted 2025
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