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White If I were to stop texting you And I were to cut ties... How long would it take For you to finally realise? That someone has stopped Sending you poetries and letters. You get much free time now, But there's nobody that bothers. That none sends you warm words, Everyone just praises your beauty. No comments like "I'm proud of you", Now it's just emojis, "ily" and "pretty". That none asks you about your day And if you have had a hard one, That you don't notice a user Who hyped you up and was fun... Or would it be just fine As if I didn't exist at all? I'm just a fan, in the end, In this big ocean, just a drop, small... ©Anagha Ukaskar #sad_quotes #Poetry #poem #English

White If I were to stop texting you And I were to cut ties... How long would it take For you to finally realise? That someone has stopped Sending you poetries and letters. You get much free time now, But there's nobody that bothers. That none sends you warm words, Everyone just praises your beauty. No comments like "I'm proud of you", Now it's just emojis, "ily" and "pretty". That none asks you about your day And if you have had a hard one, That you don't notice a user Who hyped you up and was fun... Or would it be just fine As if I didn't exist at all? I'm just a fan, in the end, In this big ocean, just a drop, small... ©Anagha Ukaskar #sad_quotes #Poetry #poem #English

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White He earns high salary, Wakes up at 5, Gets ready for his work In an expensive suit and tie. His wife prepares his breakfast, Adds few extra muffins. Takes good care of his health, Cooking high-protein meals for tiffin. His daughter says Hi and Bye Everytime he leaves and returns, For her, he is a superhero because Whenever she calls, he promptly runs. His mother isn't with him anymore, But everything he has done. She must live on in his memories, He seems like a dutiful son. Until it's an unfamiliar woman Whom he can't judge, Doesn't treat her with the same respect And he sometimes does fudge. I don't know if it's a trait Or a habit we've normalised, But all women in the world Should be equally recognized. Whether she is yours or not, she exists, For someone, she is special. We need to change this And stop being partial. ©Anagha Ukaskar #Sad_shayri #poem #Poetry #English #Woman #equality

White He earns high salary, Wakes up at 5, Gets ready for his work In an expensive suit and tie. His wife prepares his breakfast, Adds few extra muffins. Takes good care of his health, Cooking high-protein meals for tiffin. His daughter says Hi and Bye Everytime he leaves and returns, For her, he is a superhero because Whenever she calls, he promptly runs. His mother isn't with him anymore, But everything he has done. She must live on in his memories, He seems like a dutiful son. Until it's an unfamiliar woman Whom he can't judge, Doesn't treat her with the same respect And he sometimes does fudge. I don't know if it's a trait Or a habit we've normalised, But all women in the world Should be equally recognized. Whether she is yours or not, she exists, For someone, she is special. We need to change this And stop being partial. ©Anagha Ukaskar #Sad_shayri #poem #Poetry #English #Woman #equality

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White I must tell you, Now I write at 2 AM. I don't shake at night, I don't erase my poem. My hair are short And my eyes are still brown. Nobody ever looked at them They only checked if I had a Crown. I learned so much last year And I'm working on my book. I collect everything in my diary, Every piece of mine that you took. You don't read them anymore, The poetries I still write for you. So listen, I must tell you, I'm not the girl you once knew. ©Anagha Ukaskar #good_night #poem #Poetry #English #Poet

White I must tell you, Now I write at 2 AM. I don't shake at night, I don't erase my poem. My hair are short And my eyes are still brown. Nobody ever looked at them They only checked if I had a Crown. I learned so much last year And I'm working on my book. I collect everything in my diary, Every piece of mine that you took. You don't read them anymore, The poetries I still write for you. So listen, I must tell you, I'm not the girl you once knew. ©Anagha Ukaskar #good_night #poem #Poetry #English #Poet

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White First rain, warm smell, bringing joy to my heart. Calming the burning Sun, oh! what a great start! Flowers bloom, Leaves bath, It's green wherever I look. Lightening brightens the sky and thunders left us shook. I would enjoy the rain walk, but I prefer my cozy bed. I still walked around despite many things that I said! ©Anagha Ukaskar #summer_vacation #poem #Poetry #English #rain #firstRain #RainPoetry

White First rain, warm smell, bringing joy to my heart. Calming the burning Sun, oh! what a great start! Flowers bloom, Leaves bath, It's green wherever I look. Lightening brightens the sky and thunders left us shook. I would enjoy the rain walk, but I prefer my cozy bed. I still walked around despite many things that I said! ©Anagha Ukaskar #summer_vacation #poem #Poetry #English #rain #firstRain #RainPoetry

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White I travel back to the 80s And I see a little boy. He is working in a field, There isn't any toy. I see a bright figure, Small but shining tall. I see someone next to him, then it makes sense and all. I realise it's his uncle Normalising many things for him, Like shouting at his wife And holding her at whim. They don't have a daughter So I guess he didn't learn, How to love a woman And how to blow on her burn. Later, at worst, he adds salt, Thinking it would be better. But this is not a recipe So his thoughts don't matter. He forgot to love And he will never understand. He will always feel inferior Whenever a woman takes a stand. And though he'll be great, He will not be satisfied. He will hurt many... His actions, cruel, yet glorified. And yet he will be called A Man. The false definitions will not change. She'll always be stepped over, They will always call her strange. ©Anagha Ukaskar #emotional_sad_shayari #poem #Poetry #English #englishpoem #Poet

White I travel back to the 80s And I see a little boy. He is working in a field, There isn't any toy. I see a bright figure, Small but shining tall. I see someone next to him, then it makes sense and all. I realise it's his uncle Normalising many things for him, Like shouting at his wife And holding her at whim. They don't have a daughter So I guess he didn't learn, How to love a woman And how to blow on her burn. Later, at worst, he adds salt, Thinking it would be better. But this is not a recipe So his thoughts don't matter. He forgot to love And he will never understand. He will always feel inferior Whenever a woman takes a stand. And though he'll be great, He will not be satisfied. He will hurt many... His actions, cruel, yet glorified. And yet he will be called A Man. The false definitions will not change. She'll always be stepped over, They will always call her strange. ©Anagha Ukaskar #emotional_sad_shayari #poem #Poetry #English #englishpoem #Poet

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White We have similar hobbies So I thought you'd understand. If I can't write anymore, Tell me what can I do and... Will I still dream About skies and the sea? Will I work on myself And the person I want to be? Will I be a happy kid Like I pretend I am now? Will I manage my success If I do succeed somehow? Will I be patient and poised To talk to people without fear? If I ever need someone, Will they still be near? The world I didn't care about When I had my pen and diary, What happens when I am not me? Do I have to worry? ©Anagha Ukaskar #love_shayari #poem #English #Poetry #Poet #writer

White We have similar hobbies So I thought you'd understand. If I can't write anymore, Tell me what can I do and... Will I still dream About skies and the sea? Will I work on myself And the person I want to be? Will I be a happy kid Like I pretend I am now? Will I manage my success If I do succeed somehow? Will I be patient and poised To talk to people without fear? If I ever need someone, Will they still be near? The world I didn't care about When I had my pen and diary, What happens when I am not me? Do I have to worry? ©Anagha Ukaskar #love_shayari #poem #English #Poetry #Poet #writer

Schizology

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May 5th. , 2024 The rain looks like it's coming Dark clouds off to the west April is the month for showers Afterall , mother nature knows best The birds are chirping up in the trees Every one of them singing their song They each have a story to tell About happiness, anger and what went wrong Drinking coffee and smoking a joint Listening to the traffic speed past Cars and trucks and motorcycles They all go by quick and fast Music is playing on my phone too Set on shuffle it plays continuously Sometimes I will skip to the next song If it is a song I had heard recently I think I will finish this poem now I think I will end it right away Until next time I decide to write I will say bye and write another day ©Schizology May 5th , 2024 #may #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #Random

May 5th. , 2024 The rain looks like it's coming Dark clouds off to the west April is the month for showers Afterall , mother nature knows best The birds are chirping up in the trees Every one of them singing their song They each have a story to tell About happiness, anger and what went wrong Drinking coffee and smoking a joint Listening to the traffic speed past Cars and trucks and motorcycles They all go by quick and fast Music is playing on my phone too Set on shuffle it plays continuously Sometimes I will skip to the next song If it is a song I had heard recently I think I will finish this poem now I think I will end it right away Until next time I decide to write I will say bye and write another day ©Schizology May 5th , 2024 #may #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #Random

PRADYUMNA AROTHIYA

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White From many days Many thinks of love I want to tell you. In the land of love make a palace of love with feeling of your natural beauty I want to live. You are a blooming flower of my life become fragrance I want to smell. Your touch in slow flowing air become a bond of love I want to stay. In the sky In the swirling clouds In the ground rain drop In the faith of love Your delineation I want to see every moment. ©PRADYUMNA AROTHIYA #Couple #IPL #poem #Love #arothiya #Nojoto #English

White From many days Many thinks of love I want to tell you. In the land of love make a palace of love with feeling of your natural beauty I want to live. You are a blooming flower of my life become fragrance I want to smell. Your touch in slow flowing air become a bond of love I want to stay. In the sky In the swirling clouds In the ground rain drop In the faith of love Your delineation I want to see every moment. ©PRADYUMNA AROTHIYA #Couple #IPL #poem #Love #arothiya #Nojoto #English

Shayra

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In a sea of conformity, the odd one stands, A unique soul, with unconventional plans. Embracing difference, in a world of the same, Their light shines bright, an unapologetic flame. Misunderstood, yet unafraid to be, The odd one dances to their own melody. In their uniqueness, a beauty is found, A vibrant hue in a world of grey all around. ©Shayra #oddone #different #UNIQUE #Life #Love #poem #Nojoto #English

In a sea of conformity, the odd one stands, A unique soul, with unconventional plans. Embracing difference, in a world of the same, Their light shines bright, an unapologetic flame. Misunderstood, yet unafraid to be, The odd one dances to their own melody. In their uniqueness, a beauty is found, A vibrant hue in a world of grey all around. ©Shayra #oddone #different #UNIQUE #Life #Love #poem #Nojoto #English