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shivamdotrawat 2 months
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Who has it?
I guess "love, is the fear of being seperated and nothing else."
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shivamdotrawat 4 months
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Cloudburst
Up in a quiet old mountain,
With a cloak of snow and dry leaves,
A river flows announcing its presence in shallow creeks,
And the water as cold as ice, but not that it would freeze,
Has the taste of a thousand flowers, but not enough to be sweet,
I drank as if I was thirsty,
My hands described the pain,
If I did fill some in my bottle,
Well, won't that be in vain?
Because my love would love to drink it,
She knows of its existence,
If I ask the mountain to hold some clouds and let the rain make another route to reach my love who's at a camp below,
Then she can drink as much as she wants,
But the water won't be as cold as this,
The rain would also mix with it,
So maybe I shouldn't ask and avoid a possible splash,
and a bottle won't be good enough either,
Yeah, I should head back now,
It's been some time since I've seen her.
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shivamdotrawat 6 months
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Well, what happened to the sun?
When I was a kid, the light went right through my skin,
The sky was in bliss, it was the color blue,
And my austerities, when I was a kid,
Seemed true,
Don't sunflowers look at the sun anymore?
Is this sun...new?
It doesn't brush the warmth on my face,
It doesn't rise from the same place,
Between the mountains and over the river,
Then I learnt in school that there is space,
But the sun in the sky and the ones I drew in my book were the same back then,
As it appears now, seemingly proud,
Over the clouds yet bright and loud,
It feels strange, and I can't stand it,
I shelter myself under a tree, abandoned.
The tree is not dense yet the light does not fall through,
The world has changed, the sun is new, and the sky is not blue.
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shivamdotrawat 11 months
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Some one put my heart away
I don't want it
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shivamdotrawat 1 year
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Make a poem. skip any 3.
Even so often
Names forgotten
Back in Autumn
An otter
Tussled a bottle
Under the water
doesn't matter
doesn't matter
white walkers
Black matter
Harry potter
Happy otter
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shivamdotrawat 1 year
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I don't know which way you are going, or where your dream ends.
I'm heading a certain direction,
and I ve got reasons.
Look! it's that way 馃憜
So where does your path go?
Is it that way? 馃憠
Cuz if it does, my guess is that
馃憟 that way is definite infinity hell,
Cuz you are from the clouds in heaven,
And we humans live on
馃憞earth under your spell.
Damn it! It is okay to feel lost,
Under the sun, deep in the shadows, smoking the trees, I see you,
and I want to know where do all the fairies go?
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shivamdotrawat 1 year
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I only loved one woman in my life and she is neither my wife, nor mother, she isn't even some other girl that I at once liked, but she didn't like me back.
Well, that is absolutely sad.
- JK, Rolling on the floor laughing
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shivamdotrawat 3 years
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A man must find his glory.
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shivamdotrawat 3 years
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Why were you so special?
Why did you sketch yourself like this in my heart like you sketched in my diary when noone was looking?
Why can I still smell your hair from the day we sat next to each other?
Why do I remember your sweater with your hands next to mine?
Why did I never say no to your questions? Why did you stop asking?
What made you special?
The truth is, neither of us know why. It's like the nukes from 1945. You found a place to hide in my heart, but I couldn't, so I got destroyed. You still look bright and lovely. If we ever cross paths again, trust me, we cannot say "hi." I am afraid to see you next time. If I ever look back, these very hands will spill my blood that should have been the ink to this rhyme.
The truth is, you won't get it, so I should stop trying. These fuckin cheesy lines are actual bullshit.
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shivamdotrawat 4 years
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shivamdotrawat 4 years
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shivamdotrawat 5 years
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Moonless
There is a couch, a table lamp on a maplewood glossy artwork
There is an open closet with two shirts and a sweet scent in corners
A dim blaze with each drag that I take in is all that
illuminates this room to be visible to my corneas
A sense of solitude in this forever occupied silence,
My faith restores as the darkness stays longer
Cuz I don't want to be blinded by the self driven shining
I like this void, it reminds me of when I am asleep
I ve got nothing to feel, but what a relief from this world
It is okay to stay a little longer,
in this black,
beautiful night, with cigarettes and my bed.
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shivamdotrawat 5 years
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What is love?
I will tell you what love is
Cuz I got drunk last night
There was a massive void in my chest
I had to gather all of my might that was left
For the first time nothingness felt so heavy
A disastrous typhoon blew through my arteries
For a moment I lost all my energy
And what was left
Painfully
Through my veins
Came back in me
I will tell you what love is
Cuz tonight I am getting drunk
A distant song is vibrant
Isolated in silence, I can hear your voice
Why do you ask what love is
Don't you know already, when you have company
Seems like foolishness in disguise of innocence
The stories we have all read of heartbreaks
and candlelights
We just might be stumbling upon
an attempt to feel together
Love
always pays the price
Love
Don't you feel this way
I leave this ocean for you to explore
But don't dive in deep for if you sink
I might suffocate looking for you
Love
I know what you are
But whom shall I tell it now
Last thing I remember is your presence
When I said the things which are forbidden
in my letters.
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shivamdotrawat 6 years
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THE TREE
It is warm in here, and I am waiting for the spring
to come sooner
The tree outside my window is helpless
Feeling ashamed of its naked charm
But the god we considered a curse in summer
Is not cruel anymore
I rub my arms to feel a little warmer, and the tree stands still
Trying to get over the itching breeze
Each of its branch reaching out for ravens while its roots hold back
Getting stronger everyday
I walk towards the window and put the curtain down
As I have the last contact with the tree
I put curtains down
And while I wait for grapes to become raisins
I wait for the spring
And the tree outside my window shivers in solitude.
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