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  • piyusha_s 24w

    Do we even have hearts anymore?
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    It read handle with care,
    This was something very rare.
    Filled with what they called,
    Emotions and feelings.
    In this museum we were,
    Observing the beauty of the rare.
    Every piece of art,
    Was placed in a closed box.
    Of gold and silver,
    And hidden like a treasure.
    They called these masterpieces,
    The human heart.
    They told us it was,
    Capable of miracles.
    It was the storage of cures to all problems,
    And the storage of feelings so incredible.
    It stored people and memories,
    And places and the nature.
    It stored love and respect,
    And hatred and jealousy.
    One of my favourite art pieces,
    Was the broken one.
    The tissues were weak and thin,
    And blood poured out of them.
    They looked so fragile and hopeless,
    As they cut through the heart.
    It shattered thoroughly,
    Into minute pieces.
    All of its vessels breaking,
    And only blood seen.
    Why was such distressing art,
    My favourite, you ask?
    Because it showed me what it feels like,
    To be broken and yet beautiful.
    Because this broken heart,
    Was still a piece of art.
    We don’t have a heart anymore,
    So we look at these masterpieces.
    All we’ve got now is,
    This massive brain.
    That's soon going to be,
    Handled with care too.
    -p.s.

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  • piyusha_s 24w

    I’m back!

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    Eye Contact

    I was so lost,
    I was so sad,
    I was so broken
    They told me I was mad.
    I was not normal,
    And not so known,
    I was just another person,
    Existing on her own.
    Lost in my thoughts,
    I looked up at the sky,
    The stars it held tightly,
    As the darkness appeared by.
    “Ouch” I bumped into,
    Some sturdy thing,
    As it turned up,
    And I realized it was someone’s head.
    I apologized with a frown,
    With my head turned down,
    He said it was ok,
    To bump into strangers some day.
    I was confused and looked up,
    Meeting his barely visible eyes,
    That smiled with his lips,
    And his face pink like the skies.
    He told me to wait,
    As he quickly wrote something,
    I stared with a blank face,
    Not knowing why.
    But I saw something that shined,
    In his deep brown eyes,
    They showed so much love and pain,
    Like a dancing child in the rain.
    Those eyes I thought I could read,
    With all the constellations they held within,
    And the black holes of fears,
    That he covered with that grin.
    I smiled that day,
    Not knowing that I had read a book,
    Titled “love heals pain”,
    That showed how fears looked.
    He turned towards me,
    Looking into my eyes,
    As his mysterious gaze got deeper and deeper,
    I thought he too heard my cries.
    He gave me a little piece of paper then,
    And told me to read it while I have a hard time,
    I looked down at what he wrote,
    It said, “This will pass too.
    Life is going to be the way it is,
    Whether you like it or not.
    Stop looking for the answers,
    And you’ll find,
    What you’ve got.”
    And then I looked up to see,
    No one standing in front of me,
    I thought I was in a dream,
    But somehow a part of me felt free.
    As if some storm had calmed down,
    And the world that was monstrous became beautiful,
    Something felt different,
    As if the sky had made me immovable.
    I looked up now,
    The sky held me tightly,
    Like it held it’s stars,
    I felt loved, so rightly.
    That paper I still have treasured,
    And I really wish to meet those eyes,
    That one deep gaze,
    Which heard all my cries.
    -p.s.
    ©piyusha_s

  • piyusha_s 68w

    The deep voice of yours,
    Takes me into a new universe,
    Where every word of your song,
    Rains down onto the cracks of my melody.

    The rhythmic beating of my heart intensifies,
    With the clashing of waves against,
    The walls that stand so tall,
    In between you and me.

    The sand slowly pulls me in,
    But the soothing voice of yours hits,
    The deepest parts of my ears,
    And the weakest parts of my pain.

    This wall that stands between us,
    Can so easily be vanished,
    With the unbelievable magic,
    That your voice holds.

    Even when you try,
    To hide your black hole,
    Your plastered rectangular smile,
    Hopes to cover your imperfect soul.

    But what if I could say,
    That this black hole in you,
    Is like a tiny drop of water,
    For a thirsty canna.

    The black hole is like,
    The one that attracts,
    All darkness of your soul,
    And all pain stacked.

    Then the constellations,
    Deep within you glow,
    As every word you speak,
    Fills my world with rainbows.

    Stars don't shine without,
    The residence of nightfall,
    And your smile won't make me smile,
    Unless I find happiness deep in your eyeball.

    When this happens I will,
    Find a way through this wall,
    Into the enchanting magic shop,
    Where you and I meet once and for all.
    -p.s.
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    Canna- A plant that requires a lot of water
    #taehyung #bts #v #voice #music #poem
    #deep

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    To someone I love loads-

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  • piyusha_s 70w

    Even today, when the moon hides behind these clouds, I stroll on my way to the terrace. So beautiful indeed. Everyday, the only thing that changes, are the colours of this endless sky. When the sun can't give me strength anymore, the moon stays. But no matter where I go, this emptiness still resides. With a deep sigh, I wish memories faded too.
    And with the changing of the moon's phases, I wish the people in my life changed too.
    -p.s.
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    I saw a lonely old man, sitting outside in his balcony and reading the newspaper. I saw the same man at night, sitting alone on his terrace and looking up at the moon. These thoughts went through my mind after that, and here I present them to you! These may be totally true or totally false and absolutely imaginative :) #love #nature #life

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  • piyusha_s 74w

    If you ever wonder,
    How your existence really matters,
    Ask yourself a simple question,
    Of why you're such a blunder.
    Ask yourself why God would've,
    Chosen to carve you next,
    When he could've easily,
    Carved another perplex?
    It's not what you don't have,
    And what you could've been instead,
    It's always about how you help yourself change,
    And help the colours spread.
    It's never about your outward he carved,
    Neither about the inner,
    It's all about this game of life,
    And how you become a winner.
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    I'n terrible at consistency. I know. But I hate being forced to write. Unless and until it comes from within, don't expect a good piece from me! Feels like I'm weird but that is just what I am!�� Thank you to all of you who have supported me constantly! Let's appreciate the kindest people here like @i_am_ghina

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    Existence.

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  • piyusha_s 76w

    I wish this moment would last forever. This one where our eyes met. And as a rain drop drips by, I wish you could tell me there’s still too much time. How much I would ask. You’d reply with forever, even if a moment just passed. Nevertheless I’d smile, knowing you’d stay forever. Little had I known, life isn’t a fairytale. And just like any other flower, people died as well. Now that you’ve left this place, into a better one I suppose, has the forever ended? Because even if you’re not here anymore, I still stare blankly at the sky, knowing exactly where you lie. "Look at the shooting star", you’d say, "and make a wish for someone else". But now that you’re not here, let me tell you what I wished for. I wished for you to live a beautiful life forever, but I think god loves you more. Now that you’ve gone to him, can I wish for some more? Can I wish to get you back? Can I wish to get to you? Or can I wish, to be known, about what lasts forever? But now that a character in my story has disappeared, I’d still love to believe, that at least this book lasts forever, as new characters will appear within. This chapter has probably ended, but I hope for a better one, because that’s how life works, even if it’s an useless one. And then, the everyday sound of my phone rings, as the tears on my cheek dry, thank god it was all a dream, but what if this was not a lie?
    -p.s.
    #life #forever #mirakee @mirakee @mirakeeworld

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    Forever

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  • piyusha_s 79w

    A day with my eyes closed

    A day with my eyes closed,
    Would never have been better,
    For the sunsets that I admired all day,
    Wouldn't have left me a letter,
    A letter that once opened,
    Painted a path into my ears,
    Filled with a symphony of crickets,
    And the fading of my fears.
    A letter that once opened,
    Scented like a new primrose,
    And helped bloom every breath,
    That filled the path from my nose.
    A letter that once opened,
    Gave shivers running all the way to my spine,
    For the sun didn't send this letter only to read,
    But to feel and cherish from every part of mine.
    The letter was now blank,
    And the envelope fallen away,
    For the magic it carried,
    Had already been displayed.
    Never in a million years,
    Would I have known,
    The way my eyes show me this world,
    And the way they don't.
    ©piyusha_s

  • piyusha_s 79w

    Chameleons speak a language, not many love.
    @mirakee @writersnetwork #mirakee #writersnetwork

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    The preys of predators

    You'd think chameleons are filled,
    With what humans define as ugly,
    But when it doesn't satisfy your eyes,
    Is it really not lovely?
    For if you'd ever wonder,
    About the chameleons so strange,
    You'd realise there's so much more,
    To the similarities we all exchange.
    Is it because you don't see,
    When the predator within you cages,
    All the feelings held within,
    Your prey's smiley faces?
    But you're not always successful,
    In caging your prey,
    Because it's probably busy,
    Changing colours like you say.
    And I'm sure about this predator in you,
    That has always been it's own prey,
    For it has never tried changing,
    In fear, of where the clouds turn grey.
    ©piyusha_s

  • piyusha_s 80w

    "Have good luck for 7 years☘️
    Smile to activate", read a comment. "Is it really that easy? To have good luck just by flashing a smile? It must've been", she thought to herself. Why would so many people give that comment a like anyway?
    Through all these months of hardwork Rose put in creating content for people to enjoy on this platform, she had never read such a comment. A simple but yet such a different one. Maybe the user didn't mean to convey any message. But for her, a smile, really brought good luck. A comment made her smile for the first time. Smile naturally and from within. It was then, that she realised, where happiness truly lied. It lied in smiling. Smiling for so long, that even your dead body would have a smile plastered upon it.
    »»——⍟——««»»——⍟——««»»——⍟——««
    haha, this is so weird and random and creepy :)
    #smile #mirakee @mirakee @writersnetwork @mirakeeworld

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    Smile

    ©piyusha_s

  • piyusha_s 80w

    Art in her heart

    No matter how much they criticize,
    Or try to pull her in the quicksand,
    The stars she looks at every night,
    Help her escalate in her dreamland,
    The huge telescope she holds,
    Guides her through these window blinds,
    As she replaces the empty sky,
    With the constellations her imagination unwinds,
    Even when the phases of the moon vary,
    They'd all stare in awe,
    Of how she exchanged smiles with the stars,
    And connected pieces of the sky's jigsaw,
    They'd then realize that,
    They wouldn't ever outsmart,
    The colours that lie within her,
    And all the art in her heart.
    ©piyusha_s