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Riya Saluja

You'll find me wandering in my thoughts while on streets, You'll find me discovering poetry in the most unpoetic things. For more poetic stuff follow me on wattpad, and check out my book 'unspoken'

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Young, but years ahead of our mistakes.

Old, but years behind from our experiences.

No one is moving in or out from this game

Everyone's stuck in their head at night.

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#OpenPoetry happy family leads a happy life, morning after morning they go to work and drop their kids to school.
They pray for what they have been blessed with,
The kids pray for the black boy who gets bullied.
The father prays for the woman who got raped next door,
The mother prays for the kids dying in some documentary.
They pray and all they do is pray,
All we do is pray,
No we need not to slay lives in revenge,
We need to stop leaving the people in need stray just because we can't be a part of fray. #OpenPoetry

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Riya Saluja

#OpenPoetry I have laid myself down for a while, hoping I will be willing and able to walk again.
Because all I need is to be at home,
Warm and sprawled in my mother's arms near the fire place with a book and cup of coffee in my hand.
But for now, I assure myself I will wake again after a good sleep but my angels doubt me.
I assure the sky I will see its light again but it looks doubtful too.
Doubts and pain fills this empty stretch of never ending road as I drift away into an another void.
But I wish this empty long road would take me home, where my father has sat himself at the porch waiting me to come home alive. #OpenPoetry

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Riya Saluja

#OpenPoetry Do I not hear the universe clear enough?
In the center of this unimaginable, infinite stretches of the universe,
It hums a verse I don't understand.
I am persistent that it hums the sound of life,
A sound so complex, scary yet relaxing I never heard or noticed.

But as I grow weary of sounds of anxiety, fear, pain and death.
I yearn for a different voice or sound.
I wonder one day,
Do I hear life at the shores of sea?
Or in the calms of dense forests?
Or in my mother's intellects?
Or in my own heart beat?

This search, this thirst inflates like a cloud and hovers over my head,
And finally bursts in the presence of two little ladies barely 3 and a half foot.
One older than other,
I, though, barely see a difference.
Two front teeth knocked out,
Two pairs of grey and golden eyes that twitches under harsh sunlight and speak innocence.
The skin that is not yet touched by the treacherous claws of this world.

As these ladies laugh at each other,
They stop for a mere moment to look at me.
All I could look at was their wide stretched lips that seemed to put infinite stretches of universe to shame.
I stare for some few eternities,
Or least what it felt like.

And then amongst this loud world,
They laugh louder than anything else.
Laugh as no one could hear but I could
And I did.
I heard the sound of life that day.. A sound so perfectly rhythmic and harmonic
That till this date echoes in my moments of void and hopelessness #OpenPoetry #universe #sounds

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Riya Saluja

Fascination lies in her eyes that are filled with billion stars that you don't get to see in the bright sky,
Only in night they come alive, when darkness has eloped with her frights and lies.
When her skin seems a little rough to be touched but still protected by treacherous claws of this world.

I wonder about her heart that is no doubt, no different from mine,
But still I am agitated to think her heart isn't made with the mellowest touch and then filled with an inviolable kind of love.

Her hands tells me a million stories and more with the dying night with an ecstatic tone and I aspire to hear them all.
I need to hear them all before I lose her to the morning.

But still the most fascinating things about her is those eyes,
The kind of eyes the great writers lost their sanity to.
The kind of eyes that makes me fall to discover their depth even when I know, I will never find my way out. #fascination #life #love

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Riya Saluja

Fascination lies in her eyes that are filled with billion stars that you don't get to see in the bright sky,
Only in night they come alive, when darkness has eloped with her frights and lies.
When her skin seems a little rough to be touched but still protected by treacherous claws of this world.

I wonder about her heart that is no doubt, no different from mine,
But still I am agitated to think her heart isn't made with the mellowest touch and then filled with an inviolable kind of love.

Her hands tells me a million stories and more with the dying night with an ecstatic tone and I aspire to hear them all.
I need to hear them all before I lose her to the morning.

But still the most fascinating things about her is those eyes,
The kind of eyes the great writers lost their sanity to.
The kind of eyes that makes me fall to discover their depth even when I know, I will never find my way out.

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Riya Saluja

#2YearsOfNojoto Alive and wandering, shivering and breathing, chuckling and hustling. How marvellous it is to live while not waiting for death.

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Riya Saluja

An unpleased society, a rebellious heart and a flourishing soul is all you need for an unhappy life.

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Even though we all break from time to time but that doesn't mean we are broken inside.

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#OpenPoetry When fates get nasty, when distance is too stretch for you to handle.
Make sure to keep me in your pocket with your stolen cookies and a penny or two,
Breathe me in with your morning coffee.
Memorise my words with your favourite writer's work.
Stare at me along with your clock on a restless night on the wall just like you do.
Love me a little like all others until we meet again. #OpenPoetry

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