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FATE

My light always longed to brighten the sky, Yours sought only to let the stars sparkle in twilight.
Our worlds were intertwined in this infinite universe,
Yet fate destined us to glow in each other's absence.
I never truly wondered why God would allow such soul-wrenching sorrow.
Until I realised,
We were always meant to live in each other's shadow,
Forever held by each other's sorrow.

Copyright © Shreya Waidande | Year Posted 2026


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Willow and Dew

I miss your soul sitting behind my bench,
I miss your legs accidentally brushing against my anklets.
I didn't know if I was ever made to be with you,
But then God would have lost, what a pity He would have felt through.

Your voice and face are like the morning dew,
They are like a fading memory I thought I would cling on to.
You never really gave any sense to my existence,
But what a fool am i , I see you as my entire existence,

I hope one day I will probably remove every part of you from my memories,
But what will be the value of others when they will burn with my mortal body.
I thought you would be mine for once in my lifetime,
But then I realised, was I just a willow tree that you saw while you were enjoying your life?

Copyright © Shreya Waidande | Year Posted 2026

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The Meeting

Dragged through a valley of aching hopes,
A fountain of dreams mesmerized my soul.
My precious being flung toward heaven's gate, 
That's how it felt when our eyes first met.
My destiny was to chase you in every pursuit, 
You, the rhythm that makes my heart beat true.
Pulsing through me as our days grow old, 
A timeless bond, more priceless than gold.

Copyright © Shreya Waidande | Year Posted 2026

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Empty Soul

I was never worth for living on this earth,
I was just a dust particle made to be thrown in the dirt.
I wonder why God would have made such an ugly face and broken Soul,
He must have thought, "Oh, that's the person everyone should ignore".

I genuinely don't know if I'll be alive till I'm 20,
Even if I am   my soul would be already empty.
I Really wish I could die soon,I don't want to be a burden on anyone on this earth.
I never really got anyone who can love me,
It felt like an act everyone had to show me .
I hope i die with my thoughts of being happy for once in my lifetime, hoping they contain his little smile.

I don't want anything, I'm just trying to survive.
I live for the days,hoping I'll see his damn smile.
His voice is no longer in my ears, his face is like fading shadow haunting my memories.
Unfortunately I will forget his soul.
I will go back to my younger self again try to be happy in my empty void hole.


Copyright © Shreya Waidande | Year Posted 2026

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One Day

"DEATH"where has you been ?
I guess you're making sure my soul is broken before you come to meet me.
I wonder when, where and how you will come,
Will there be the brightest light or the darkest hole when I see you?

I wish you could come sooner,
I never wanted to meet you when I was a kid , but now I just wait for you to meet me.
I hope someday I will feel better,
I hope one day  someone will remember me by my favourite things,
I'm struggling to understand what am I going to get if i continue living,
I'm grateful for the life i didn't deserve to have , but will it ever get better or am I just a soul who is meant to die.

I should just go back to living knowing  that one day I'm just a player in your game,
When you feel I'm on the last straw you will stop this game.
I hope I will be at happiest in my last 7 mins,
My mother and my pets will make sure I'll depart with their precious smile biding Good bye to me.



Copyright © Shreya Waidande | Year Posted 2026


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