This Is A Piece I Wrote In Dec.2019, And Means A Lot To Me, When A Girl Named Priyanka Reddy Was Raped

will be shook, when you look at me now.

regained what you took, will be wondering how.

a page in my book, now i'm so over thou

my growth off the hook, you'll be takin a bow...

(Og)

We as humans, don't seek improvement in the pursuit of perfection. Rather, the ability of constant improvement is itself the perfection we seek.

(og)

We expect our friends to be our family and our family to be our friends. In all this confusion, we fail to value either.

How about letting each of them remain thereselves and love them no matter what?

☆☆☆

The Artist

What are we here for

If not

To become the spectators 

Of the cosmic artwork

Unfolding before our eyes

The cosmic artwork

Of a blue sky

With rose strokes across

As the sun's about to die

Over the far horizon

Only to be born again

The next present

With a new light

The cosmic artwork

Of the birds singing, 

On birth of light 

Each sunrise, of the clouds

Swaying and changing hues

The cosmic artwork

Of each little life itself

The chaos seemingly random

Binding us all with one life

Of the artist itself.

The cosmic artwork

That created nature,

The mother herself

For she's the artist of 

the cosmic art,

Her eyes glittered in awe

Of her own self.

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Absolutely true and so beautiful to realise.... Kindness is a legacy more than a try-hard trait...

You know what I love about good people? Somewhere some stranger in this world remembers them solely because of a simple kind act they did. What a beautiful legacy to leave in someone’s head. That they deserve kindness because once, a complete stranger was kind to them.

it gave me chills,

it gave me shivers,

as i write along the lines.

About a guy, whose eyes,

i caught a glimpse of

as they dazed in mine.

wish that moment could stop between us, and age, a little like fine wine...

-mauli

something happened not something new

I saw a boy and he saw me too

our eyes met , not for long

but enough for me to write a song

" Adversity is the Mother of all things Beautiful... For its only when the Moon sets, a new dawn arrives. "

(og)

True , so true , and sometimes those teachers mean more to you than they are expected to by the world.... The good ones are so underrated

getting compliments from teachers does blessings to one's self-esteem

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Thanks for asking this!

So 3 things about me....Let's see:

I am 17yr old Indian girl

2. i love taking pictures of the sky

3. I am OBSESSED with every form of creative writing, be it poetry, essay, story, ballads, songs, shayaris etc. i am obsessed.

btw this is my first ever ask, so thanks for that! :D

Everyone needs their dark space,

a safe place,

in a dark room, under the blanket or

in them closed eyes.

Where they can hide away from the world,

just for a moment,

think the whole goddamn universe

and just be...