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friend

DEAR FRIEND,
THE END IN FRIEND HITS THE DEEP END,
THE SHADOW I USED TO DEFEND,
AT PRESENT I HAVE NONE TO DEPEND,
ITS AS IF ALL YOU DID WAS PRETEND.

DEAR FRIEND,
WITH THE SHADOWS OF YOU I SPENT,
ALL YOU LEFT WAS A PAINFUL DENT,
CURRENTLY ALL I CAN DO IS VENT, 
LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO SERPENT.

DEAR FRIEND,
I NOW HAVE NO TEARS LEFT TO CRY,
YOU HAVE LET MY FEELINGS DIE,
YOU WERE NEVER TRUTHFUL TO ME, YOU LIE!,
I HAD TO WAVE YOU GOODBYE

DEAR FRIEND,
 I THANK YOU FOR ONE THING,
FOR TEACHING ME FRIENDSHIP CAN STING,
I AM THE ONE I HAVE TO CLING,
GRATEFUL YOU'RE NOT HERE THIS SPRING.

Copyright © reeshma rg | Year Posted 2025


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DRASTIC CHANGE

A GENTLE AND COLD BREEZE,
HALCYON AND HALE TREES,
HEX OF THE FREEZE,
HIGHNESS OF THE PEACE.

IT ALL FELT QUIXOTIC,
WHOLE WORLD- JUST HYPNOTIC,
IN A FLASH, ALL TURNED BLUE,
DAISIES WRAPPED IN DEW.

THE TERRAIN STARTED JOLTING,
THE PLANTS WERE DROOPING,
TREES WERE WEEPING,
AND THE CLOUDS WERE DROPPING.

NOT ALL FOLKS KNEW,
YET IT WAS SOMETHING NEW,
NONE WERE AWARE, THATS TRUE,
IT WAS A DEPRESSING VIEW.

LOOKING THROUGH THE SILL,
STANDING SO STILL,
GAZING AT THE RUMMAGED HILL,
GIVING NOTHING BUT CHILLS.

MAYBE IT WAS A SIGN,
THAT THE WORLD CAN'T REWIND,
NOT FROM THE TOMB,
NOR THE EDGE OF DOOM.

Copyright © reeshma rg | Year Posted 2026

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WAKE ME UP

PLEASE WAKE ME UP, I'M ALIVE,
JUST HAD A HEAVENLY DIVE,
BURIED UNDER THE GRAVE OF LIES,
ON THE GROUND I LIE,
WITH NONE TO HOLD ME TIGHT,
FLYING TEARFULLY THROUGH THE SKY,
LOOKING DOWN TO THE SOUNDS OF PEOPLE CRY,
WISH I COULD GIVE THEM  HIGH FIVE,
AND ASK MYSELF WHY?
I NOW HAVE NONE NEARBY,
NOW I'VE BECOME A SPY,
ATLEAST NOW I CAN WARN PEOPLE ABOUT LIFE.

Copyright © reeshma rg | Year Posted 2026

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TODAY

WHERE DRUGS AND CIGARETTES RISE,
HUMANITY AND KINDNESS DIE,
THEY ENCOURAGED THE VAPE THAT CLOUDED THEIR MINDS,
BUT HATED THE PURIFIER THAT CURED MINDS.

THE STIMULANT THAT EASES ONE'S PSYCHE,
IS WORSE THAN THE SMOKE FORM A BIKER'S BIKE,
IF DRUGS CAUSE THE DEATH OF ONE'S LIFE,
WHY BE SAD AND MAKE YOURSELF CRY.

Copyright © reeshma rg | Year Posted 2026

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