nawikrita_t_rai

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It must've been the lunatics who invented love.

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  • nawikrita_t_rai 22w

    On certain days love is a burden that I carry on my shoulders than where it should be- in the depths of my heart. Just because I don't feel it doesn't nullify its existence. It's burdensome for it makes me feel that I'm under-performing, lacking behind and somehow losing control, as if love were a feeling on the outside, as an external force that weighs me down. I love him, yes I do; it's just one of those days when I feel it more on my shoulders than in here.

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  • nawikrita_t_rai 24w

    As a month passes by and we await the many years ahead
    Weaving words that were earlier left unsaid
    Unfolding the yarn of doubt and hope it's all about
    May our love remain throughout!

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  • nawikrita_t_rai 28w

    My Love has arrived

    You and I from here on together
    To witness our hearts ache and flutter
    Days when tears embrace our cheeks and laughter stretches our lips
    Through waters rough and calm,
    Holding on to love, its warmth and charm
    Taking turns in rowing but never losing the grip.

    I couldn't tell you 'I love you' in the moment we did unite
    I didn't want to whisper those words in the quiet of the night
    Or under the shield of darkness that hides my flushed face
    The words that have stayed long in this place
    When I let them out to find the rightful heart-
    Let it not be in haste, those syllables not too apart
    Let it linger on, for it is here to stay... in the echo of my words.

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  • nawikrita_t_rai 28w

    I guess it starts with the small lies of "it's fine". The heart grows weary, the eyes are sad but a smile on the face to not upset the other. What happens when there is nothing left between them but lies, compromises and heavy hearts?

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  • nawikrita_t_rai 28w

    My Love has arrived

    With the first rain after a sunny day
    The earthy smell in the mid of May
    Your love reached out to me and mine to yours
    The melody you brought here-
    Our feet tapping, bringing us closer, our hearts happier
    Soothing away the scars and all it hath endures.

    To be cont'd...

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  • nawikrita_t_rai 29w

    My Love has arrived

    Our firsts aren't important if they're not meant to stay
    Our hearts they've broken, some pieces stolen away
    You my love have arrived at last
    And I'm not complaining for being late this one time,
    As I mended myself and learned the climb
    Thank you for not making it too fast.

    To be cont'd...

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  • nawikrita_t_rai 37w

    रूबरू थे लेकिन फासले भी
    मुंह मोड दियेऔर रासते भी
    चल रहे  है राही बनकर
    दिल की मंजिले अपने हाथों में लेकर

    वो लकिरें थे जो मिल दिये
    संजोग नहीं तो टूट गये
    न गिले शिक्वे न प्यार रहा
    न वादें बचा पाये न दुवा

    रूबरू थे लेकिन फासले भी
    मुंह मोड दिये है और रासते भी ।

    ©नवीकृता_टी०_राई

  • nawikrita_t_rai 40w

    Who am I to judge you, when I'm of no value
    Who am I to tell you that you are wrong, when I am a blacklisted song
    Who am I to show the way, when I wander around astray
    Who am I to tell you that I love you, when I am a taboo
    Who am I to teach you, when my words are like wet tissues
    Who am I to want good for me, when goodness has always been a mystery
    Who am I to go ahead, when all of me is long dead.

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  • nawikrita_t_rai 40w

    A fruit that has no juice in it
    A bud that never blooms
    A candle that is never lit
    A door that never opens out
    The sun never shines on my face and I never shine.
    I am a life where no hope exists
    I am full of 'nos' and 'nevers'
    The only 'always' in me is disappointment.
    I wish I am shortly lived as I am shortly loved
    And I say that I am sorry for existing in the periphery of many lives
    I didn't choose to be this way just like I never choose to breathe
    I don't want to be

    I am like the shadow that no one wants in pictures
    I am the room that is damp and withers
    I am the plant that only grows tall and never a fruit
    I am a bug, a fly, a muffled cry, an awaited goodbye.

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  • nawikrita_t_rai 42w

    Tiny hands of relationships hold on to my fingers of worth as I walk around the merry-mellow, sorrow fair of life
    Infinite and conspiciously alluring people and gifts to recognize
    And when we do, I feel my fingers get loose
    Then what do I do?
    I write.

    I watch them leave with their eyes twinkling
    I stretch out my hand but I a weakling
    Weak to hold back, weak in love
    Cannot demand what I'm not a part of
    Then what do I do?
    I write.

    My grip is gone and my hands empty
    My pockets full with bouquets not meant for me
    I lost mine and they found some
    Posing and lingering here if they might come
    Till then, what do I do?
    I write.

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