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Do you know me? - A poem

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Tell me...

Do you know what I could be?

You claim to know me in & out

You have drenched in every droplet that makes “me”

Of my ever-changing course of the rivulet

Streams, rivers, glaciers

Make their own way

But the sea, only where all these come to end!

Streams, Rivers, Glaciers

Have their own ebbs & flows

Unknown to the sea & world

Ocean is not everything,

It is a part of their life’s course of the journey

You cannot judge their tides,

Because you only see the ocean

Not the source, nor the place of birth!

Authors Note: Readers, it is easy to judge a person, or a situation and pass lewd comments or opinions, by looking at the current scenario, does anyone think of — Why? How? Perhaps?

Think twice, thrice, honestly a zillion times! We don’t know what each one of us has been through in our journey of life, be kind to each other, help each other grow and become the best version of ourselves. We are no one to judge an “anyone” when we walk imperfect paths ourselves!

©2019 Shweta

Originally published on Medium.com

Love in 3 Words

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My thoughts on love in a few words:

Two Souls Intertwined
Devotion without Lust
Amour of hearts

Author’s Note: Love can mean different things for different people like chalk and cheese. Nonetheless, it is one emotion we yearn for throughout our lives. To find at least one individual, one soul, who sets your soul on fire and lets you spread your wings to fly :)!

©Shweta, 2019

Originally published on Medium.com

A Cold Wintry Night - A Flash Fiction

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It is a cold winter night, my arms & feet frozen. Sitting by the fireplace in an old dimly lit house, my breathing hastens.

Breathing feels painful. I try breathing from my mouth, it only makes it worse.

I soon realize, it is water.

The water is getting into my lungs and I am unable to breathe. I can hear only the bubbling sound of water.

I am drowning.

I try to focus on my mind to calm myself, to scream for help. Only then I feel my dog licking me perhaps to take him to a walk.

I was dreaming.

©Shweta, 2019

White & Black

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The sovereign has decided, to put their foot down. The enemy has burnt his bridges, and it’s time they burnt theirs.

The allies from different regions were invited to the grand reception to discuss the future chain of events. The drawing room gradually started filling. The pressure was building up. Each one had a different opinion, like chalk and cheese, about what should be done, about the invader and the war in their near sight.

As the sun was above the heads, the reception is in full swing. All the elite from the high society was assembled to discuss their enemy’s black and white moves, the spindles hummed steadily ceaselessly on all the sides.

©Shweta, 2019 All rights reserved!
Originally published on Written Tales

Becoming ME - A poem

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A few years ago

I always kept running

Running from all the problems

all that haunted me

all the negatives I was succumbing to

all that hurt me despairingly;

Searching for the one thing,

that would set me free

from all which afflicted me;

In time, looks like

I stumbled upon it

giving myself time to be me

attaining inner peace and silence

believing in what life has made me,

for everything I have become

and everything I am yet to be!

Author’s Note: Take time to and live through and accept what you have been through. Give yourself a chance to grieve and heal. Gradually, you will see a new self emerging out of the darkness and you will fall in love with yourself!

Originally published in A Cornered Gurl