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Shravani Jadhav Poem
I learned the art of quiet long before I learned to speak,
a masterclass in standing tall when all the floors felt weak.
The blueprint of the family, the first to face the tide,
with every heavy standard neatly organized inside.
They compare me to the ghost of who I was at seventeen,
and measure every sorrow against who I should have been.
I poured my whole devotion into rooms that turned to stone,
believing if I gave enough, I wouldn’t sit alone.
I know all of your secrets, kept your history like a vault,
yet when the silence settled in, you named it as my fault.
You said you wanted peaceful days and walked out in the rain,
while I sat stranded, searching for the words to name the pain.
I can explain the heartache to a stranger passing by,
but look into the mirror and the phrases run bone-dry.
They say the ones who lack a home will seek it in the crowd,
but every crowded street I walk is cold and far too loud.
I am tired of the armor, tired of the steady spine,
tired of apologizing just for hurting on my time.
I never meant to break the room; I only sought a space
where someone listens closely to the girl behind the face.
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Shravani Jadhav Poem
They measure my pain on a scale of their own,
And call it a performance when I bleed alone.
They say it’s a phase, that I’m built of glass,
Waiting for the next dark storm to pass.
"All’s well that ends well," they casually state,
While leaving me locked in a brand-new fate.
?Who could ever leave me? I echo the cry,
But who could stay when they look in my eye?
They claim that they see right through the facade,
Yet label my grief as erratic and flawed.
They called it mental—the cages I bear—
Then wonder why silence is all that I share.
?I carry the embers of souls that have walked,
While they count the seconds whenever I've talked.
They twist every truth till I’m held for the crime,
Absent for my worst, but absent in time.
They wouldn't last an hour where I spent my youth,
In the asylum of expectations dressed up as truth.
?I want to snarl, to show them the scar,
To prove that their words left me marked from afar.
What if it was about me? What if they knew?
What if the damage was meant to break through?
They tell me I’m foolish, that nobody’s made
To anchor a heart that is constantly frayed.
?I try to reach back to the person I was,
Before every exit came with a cause.
I don't want a shadow, a ghost, or a maybe—
I just want a world that is certain to save me.
Until then I sit in the hell they built,
Wearing their judgment, but refusing the guilt.
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Shravani Jadhav Poem
They say, “Not everything is about you,”
but what if every wound was true?
They say, “We never meant to hurt,”
but what if pain was not an accident?
They think I'm losing interest, losing me,
while I'm fighting for who I used to be;
forsaken, weary, misunderstood,
I hide my anguish like I should.
They call my mind a mental cage,
say I've lost my fire, lost my page;
but how can potential learn to rise
when resentment clouds the skies?
They make me guilty for every scar,
then wonder why I've wandered far.
“All's well that ends well,” they say—
but I find a new hell every day.
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Shravani Jadhav Poem
You knew me when the world was small,
Before I knew what love meant at all;
Through schoolyard laughter, years gone by,
You were the constant beneath my sky.
They paired our names in childish jest,
Unknowing fate had played its best.
And somewhere 'neath those youthful days,
Your name grew dear in quiet ways.
Then came October, soft and still,
When you confessed your heart's own will.
Four years we wandered, hand in hand,
Through distant roads and dreams unplanned.
But life, alas, grew stern with time,
And stole the sweetness from its prime.
I lost my way, I lost my light,
And held your memory through every night.
Now you call me friend—what bitter art,
To give a common name to a sacred heart.
How can I greet you as though we never knew,
When half my yesterdays belonged to you?
You say no second chance shall be,
Yet hope still keeps its vigil in me.
A wistful heart, though bruised by years,
Still finds your name among its tears.
Perhaps, when seasons turn and skies grow pale,
You'll find our old affection in the tale.
And if you return when all seems through,
I'll know, at once, the boy I knew.
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Shravani Jadhav Poem
They built a myth around my pain
And thought I’d rust beneath the rain,
Assuming silence meant defeat,
A quiet retreat from complete retreat.
They judged the cage, but missed the key:
The shadow never mastered me.
Let them believe the fault was mine;
I am rebuilding by design.
?The asylum where they thought I’d break
Became the strength I had to take.
They could not stand an hour inside,
Yet here I stand with open eyes.
No longer begging them to stay
Or letting words dictate my day,
I pull my spirit from the dark
And reignite the missing spark.
?Let "all’s well" mean the peace I choose,
Not what I sacrificed to lose.
The potential wasn't thrown away;
It gathered power for today.
I am the anchor, sure and grounded,
Unshaken where their claims resounded.
?I leave their judgment at the door
To find the self I was before—
Not to go back to who was torn,
But to protect the one reborn.
?Healing doesn't mean pretending the hurt never happened; it means reclaiming your authority over your own narrative. You carry the strength to define your worth, regardless of who failed to see it.
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I always believed there’s a curse in me,
That every good thing I touch… I slowly break.
And this time it wasn’t just a bond I lost,
It was the one heart that stayed for my sake.
He loved me with everything he had,
While I kept hiding parts of me in fear.
He gave me warmth, patience, and truth,
And I gave him distance… and silent tears.
He thinks I was ashamed of him,
But he never knew what lived inside my mind.
It wasn’t his face I ever avoided—
It was my insecurities I couldn’t leave behind.
He gave his best to make us work,
While I kept pushing him away.
Not because I didn’t love him enough…
But because I didn’t know how to stay.
They think I realized his worth too late,
Like it only mattered after he was gone.
But the truth is… I felt it all along,
I just never knew how to show it, how to hold on.
He was more than love, more than ‘my person’,
He was the place where I felt safe and seen.
And now I live with the weight of knowing,
I broke the purest thing that’s ever been.
I don’t have anyone standing by my side,
Just guilt that follows me everywhere I go.
Maybe I’ll carry this till my last breath…
That I lost the one who loved me the most.
I wish I could find the girl I used to be,
Before fear made everything fall apart.
Because he gave me all of his love…
And all I gave him… was a broken heart.”**
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Shravani Jadhav Poem
You knew me ere my heart could name
The tender ache that masquerades as flame;
Through youthful years and skies of blue,
Fate kept, in silence, leading me to you.
Our names were joined in childish jest,
Yet somehow time knew better than the rest;
For beneath those careless, laughing days,
A little constellation learned your name.
Then October came, all amber, hushed, and slow,
And you confessed the love I feared to know.
Four years bloomed like roses after rain,
Then withered softly beneath the weight of pain.
I wandered through a world grown strange and cold,
While clasping to your memory like gold.
I lost myself somewhere between the years,
And love became a language drowned in tears.
Now you call me friend—how strange the word,
When once your voice was all my heart had heard.
How shall I call you merely someone I knew,
When half my yesterdays still lead to you?
You say our chapter must remain unread,
That no second dawn shall rise where we once bled.
Yet hope, that faithless little thing, remains—
A candle trembling softly through the rains.
Perhaps, when autumn gilds the years anew,
Some wistful evening shall return me to you.
And if you find the ruins of our spring,
Perhaps you'll hear the heart that still remembers everything.
For some loves do not perish when they part;
They become old ghosts inhabiting the heart.
And though our story sleeps beneath time's stone,
You were my home—
and home is never wholly gone.
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Shravani Jadhav Poem
I always thought I’d break what’s true,
And somehow that fear just came true.
You gave me love, so pure, so real,
And I gave you wounds you didn’t deserve to feel.
You stayed with me, you held me tight,
While I kept pushing you out of sight.
Not because I didn’t love you enough,
But because loving right felt way too tough.
You thought I was ashamed of you,
But that was never, ever true.
It was my insecurities I tried to hide,
That slowly built this painful divide.
You gave your all, you gave your best,
While I failed in this love test.
You were my peace, my safest place,
Now I’m left with emptiness I can’t replace.
They say all endings turn out well,
But mine just feels like a living hell.
Because you gave me a heart so true,
And all I gave… was losing you.
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