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Navya Gupta Poem
Isn't it weird that I say multiple names a day, but my breath catches only when I say yours?
Isn't it weird how people try to make me smile, yet all their attempts remain futile?
Isn't it weird how my eyes travel across the room, in hopes of finding you?
Isn’t it weird how I stay awake hoping for a call or even a text, while I barely get a chance to rest?
Isn’t it weird how I’m begging you to stay, while I push everyone else away?
It’s funny how I crave for our eyes to match, and that one look is enough to keep me attached.
It’s funny how I miss your presence, while you wouldn’t even notice my absence.
It’s funny how I wait for you with bated breath, knowing I won’t see you even at my last.
It’s funny how I kept the hope alive: maybe one day you’ll arrive?
It’s funny how you promised me everything, but broke those vows with no prior warning.
Isn’t it crazy, the way I believed I'd never fall, but you came along and changed it all?
Isn't it crazy how I always felt caged in my own mind, but you easily tore away the binds?
Isn't it crazy, the number of times I yearn for you, whilst I’m only a thought for you?
Isn't it crazy, the way I overthink every glance, the way you leave me in a trance?
Isn't it crazy, the way this crept up on me, and it's now my only source of glee?
Copyright © Navya Gupta | Year Posted 2025
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Navya Gupta Poem
When you find the pain helps you cope
Fear not, you may still survive
Deep within hides a beam of hope
Take a breath and slowly revive
The things that don't kill you
Don't always make you stronger
The wounds run deep and true
The pain a way for you to conquer
The scars heal and slowly fade
But the agony will always remain
The edged blade a bittersweet trade
A reminder of the way you went insane
Their pitying eyes haunt my every move
The prying glances pierce through my mask
I am sure they care and worry for me
But why can’t they just… let me be?
Copyright © Navya Gupta | Year Posted 2025
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Navya Gupta Poem
You say you’ll love her till the day you die
But when she feels unwanted and broken inside
Will you hold her and tell her she’s enough
When she’s tired of pretending to be tough
Will you love her when she’s a mess
Her hair in a bun, her face not at its best
When she is cranky, mean and sour
Will you make her laugh for an hour?
When she wears funky socks on her feet
Will you love her when she isn’t neat?
And when she wants peace and quiet
Will you love her in the deafening silence?
When her hands tremble and shake with anxiety
When she’s being tormented by society
Will you stand with her, in the loud mess
Will you love her when she’s deep in distress?
When her skin becomes wrinkled and dry
And her joints crack and groan with a sigh
Will you help her rest, relax and heal
Will you love her even when you have to kneel?
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Navya Gupta Poem
You deserve everything you don’t think you do
The sentence is heavy, yet the sweet truth
It shows us how little we think of ourselves
In another’s eyes, we’re the best they can see
The things you deserve, the things that are yours to claim
Aren’t decided by your looks, your money, or your fame
We choose a path, and write our destinies
We bake our desserts and create our recipes
Each day is an opportunity to experiment and play
Break the box you’re in, throw the walls away
The tapestry of your life is not fully frayed
Stitch it together, there’s no need to be afraid
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Your face is the first one I see before waking, and the last before I rest.
You hold the key to my heart and soul, whilst I had burnt it to dust.
In your eyes, I find warmth, and in your arms, I feel safe.
I whisper your name in every wish I make and every prayer I pray.
Your touch is etched on my skin, and your words forever echo in my ears.
I still search for you wherever I go, hoping one day I won’t be alone.
It is you I search for in the souls of people I see, hoping that fate surprises me.
At night, I count the stars shining bright, hoping that one day, our constellations will unite.
I look out of the window, sewing a scarf, for someone who only exists in my heart.
When I remember the letter you wrote, the nostalgia chokes in my throat.
When I hear your old voicemails, I’ll imagine your smiling face
And when I listen closer, it’s your pulse that I hold close and dear.
Copyright © Navya Gupta | Year Posted 2025
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Perhaps I had done the gods wrong in my past life
Such that love was wielded to me as a knife
Maybe I’m confused, too young, and too naive
But isn’t it love if it destroys you when it leaves?
The eyes plead when your words escape you
They betray me when I say I’m done and through
For this feeling never truly disappeared, even if I deny
It’s hidden under a mountain of hurt, happiness, and lies
One could say it’s love in its purest and best form
It never even started, so why worry about the storm
It pushes all the limits and breaks all the rules
It ruins you and turns even scholars into fools
I was hopelessly hoping for a flicker or a spark
But I burned in your flames that lit up the dark
The days turned into months of wearing away
And the scars made me see stars in the light of day
It hurts too much to be given any other name
I was drawn to you like a moth to a burning flame
I tried to make you stay, but it was all for naught
For you were mine in all the ways you were not.
Copyright © Navya Gupta | Year Posted 2025
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