POETIC PLAY STUDIO

Priyanshi shah

Category: Poetry

  • Small Things

    Small Things

    Sometimes joy is playing with kids,Sometimes assisting mother in the kitchen,Sometimes learning lessons from father,Sometimes fighting with annoying brother,Sometimes laughing with friends,Sometimes dancing in rain,Sometimes singing loudly with wrong lyrics,Sometimes getting high and doing crazy things,Sometimes conversing with strangers,Sometimes staring at stars,Sometimes sharing with special ones,Sometimes expressing our love,Sometimes crying in the bathroom,Sometimes feeling alone,Sometimes…

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  • Dancing with Thoughts

    Dancing with Thoughts

    Dance, when you are furious,Dance, when you are optimistic,Dance, when you are exhausted,Dance, when you are self-reliant,Dance, when you are barbecuing,Dance, when you are glancing at stars,Dance, when you are understanding,Dance, when you are dreaming,Dance, when you are feeling,Dance, when you are exploring,Dance, when you are perceiving,Dance with thoughts, until you feel flawlessly free.It is…

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  • Failure

    Failure

    Our body, PerfectOur Mind, PerfectOur Heart, PerfectThen why we are not perfect when we lose something?From losing our favorite toy,From losing our beautiful dress,From losing our boring jobFrom losing our friends,From losing our first love,From losing our feelings,From losing our beliefs,From losing our personality.To Tranforming into new person,From having our flaws,From having our fears,From having…

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  • One Fine Day

    One Fine Day

    A few years back,Several strangers turn into family,From various culture and places,Interesting and unique in all ways,Each one is like a glue,Holding each other together,From the teasing to flirtingFrom the crying to laughing,From the chai to beer,From the falling to standing together,From liking someone to crying for someone,From the jokes to vulgar impressions,From the spending…

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  • Who Am I?

    Who Am I?

    Who Am I? I was someone who used to get fascinated by seeing ballons, how they bring a sign of hope in them.I was someone who used to get amused by eating ice cream, how they carry the flavor of a smile in them.I was someone who used to get motivated by meeting new people,…

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  • Chaos

    In our chaos, We feel, but always confinedWe smell, but ignore the beautyWe touch, but never mean itWe believe, but lost in the tangleWe cry, but we don’t get strongerWe think, but don’t take effortsWe love, but never expressWe share, but still aloneWe care, but don’t admitWe hope, but don’t have patienceWe struggle, but the…

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