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  • hridaya 2w

    Growing up :)

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    Somewhere between

    Dusk & dawn,
    We gave up some dreams.

    Innocence & maturity,
    We lost the zeal to explore.

    Right & wrong,
    We jeopardized self-esteem.

    Win & loss,
    We learned humility.

    And somewhere, somewhere between

    Losing life & saving hope,
    We became humans.

    ©hridaya

  • hridaya 9w

    The bravest thing I have ever done
    Was abandoning the city that was home
    For a decade or more in the perusal of skies
    Crimson and quiet, contrary to her lights,
    Loud and bright.

    ©hridaya

  • hridaya 9w

    Pair of wings shoot from my skin
    As I dare a leap, quitting to rethink
    Risking the sanity, going beyond reason
    For, comfort is temporary
    And routine lethal.

    ©hridaya

  • hridaya 9w

    #start

    Thank you so much @writersnetwork

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    My anxiety sits in a corner, basking under the winter sun.
    Her love is lethal, it rips apart my sanity, slowly.
    I don't know why, but she has a liking for my cries.
    Through the nook, she admires the scars of yesterday, the ache of today, and the fear of tomorrow
    welling up my eyes.
    Weaving my peace bit by bit, gasping for the courage to live, I sink in slumber when she slowly reaches for my attention.
    Holding it she whispers words of hope, caressing my undone locks, undoing the misery, stitching my esteem together.
    Bewildered, I seek a justification. As I sit comprehending the benevolence, I see winter fade away.
    Come summer, I am ready to blossom she says. The pain was the way to build the timid girl in me into something ordinary, much strong-willed.
    And all this while, I didn't know she was a blessing in disguise, keeping warm my innocence from being tainted by irrational definitions of perfection.

    ©hridaya

  • hridaya 12w

    We are all thoughts, partially contemplated into poetry that never made it beyond walls of bigotry.


    ©hridaya

  • hridaya 13w

    Hanging onto my elflocks are vulnerabilities
    Wondering if I'd ever run my hands through them
    Detangling with caution, caressing their every ounce
    And loathe no more the fragility of being myself amidst a flock of masqueraders.


    ©hridaya

  • hridaya 24w

    Let's be more grateful!

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    When there's a turmoil in your head and thinking gets tough, stop. Stop yourself before complaints roll out. Hold yourself from falling prey to rants. You see, we can whine and whine and go nowhere. Loneliness is bound to knock without a hint. Serve it some self-love, read it a good book, suggest it some soothing music, walk it down a quiet park, let it breathe in some air and sip a good coffee. But, don't wail and complain. For with it you'll be stuck and going will seem tougher, when in reality you are much stronger.

    - Hridaya.

  • hridaya 24w

    As a kid, I don't remember labelling my victories, as I kid, I don't recall strangling the desire to eat the extra cookie or as a kid, I can seldom retrace how I looked upon my choices as a sin. As time defied my innocence, cajoling expectations to blindfold what's true, the very comfort of a parallel reality made me make the bubble my home.
    A little more attention, extra words of affection, echoes of appreciation and momentary pleasures without a tinge of trauma or grievance were the only expectations. Expectations of him, her, you and them wrapping my life in fairy lights. Unwilling to be a star myself, unwilling to burn my desires of luxuries that never came for free, I learnt misery likes company. And wisely, all expectations have been shadows I didn't own.

    Dear expectations, I cannot blame you alone, for I paid you an ounce of my dignity to buy a penny worth of importance that cannot stand time's strain.

    #expectations

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    Dear expectations, I cannot blame you alone, for I paid you an ounce of my dignity to buy a penny worth of importance that cannot stand time's strain.

    ©hridaya

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  • hridaya 33w

    Smile please :)

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    You're imperfect, a complete mess
    Silly are your rants, immature are your excuses
    Childish be your smile, adulting be a myth
    In a puzzle called society, you are a misfit

    May be that's why you unravel your own paths
    Live with minimal regrets and greater joy
    There's empathy in your deeds
    You know not to judge for bliss

    You're magical in your broken way
    And thou shall be so until eternity
    For once a magic, magical forever you be.

    ©hridaya

  • hridaya 38w

    Hey! Appreciate yourself today, tomorrow and always a little. You are worthy of it :)

    Entire piece is not solely mine. More credits to a beautiful writer who agreed to spill her magic ✨

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    Potion of Self-Love

    Take a pot full of insecurities
    And keep it to a boil.
    In the heat of self-loathe
    Let your failures broil.
    Add a heap spoon of your frustrations,
    And equal amount of negativity.
    Don't forget to add a cup of your mistakes that you keep ruminating.
    Stir well until it turns green
    With broken spatula of self-confidence.
    Add your ego according to your taste.
    And sprinkle a hint of incompetence.
    And a few cups of self-pity.
    A step you could forget about ,
    Is adding your self- doubt.
    That keeps swirling in your mind,
    Like a whirlwind.
    Whisk and whisk while reading the magical spell
    Which takes you into making your own self.
    While temperature's set right
    The aroma of growing tickles a smile
    Ensure you don't whisk it tight.
    As the green shade begins to fade
    The potion turns translucent
    Add a handful of hope
    Sprinkle some kindness
    And wait till the kitchen
    Starts brimming with scent of confidence.
    5 minutes down, turn off the flame
    And bring upside down a tin of appreciation
    Garneshing with gratitude.
    Over the remains of mess, beautifully set
    Pour some encouragement
    With a pinch of faith.
    Now carefully set the pot aside
    Letting time ferment those emotions.
    Prepare yourself a candle light dinner
    Let out all those prejudices
    Wear that pyjama of yours
    And walk the aisle to self-exploration.
    With some self-love and tranquility
    Raise toast to yourself, for making it this far
    Rejuvenating the soul within
    And let moon be the witness.

    © U S Vidisha and Hridaya Rao