POETIC PLAY STUDIO

Priyanshi shah

Category: Poetry

  • Letter

    In the middle of the night,In my sleep,The exchange of dilemmas takes place,River roaring for sharing secrets,The little me with the burden of the future,Nervous and feared won’t listen,The wind brings similar riddles,But the little me doesn’t have a moment,To open the window,And the mysterious moon,With half a phase of his spirit visited,Knock the moonlight…

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  • The joy of breaking

    Walking through the flakes of my mind,I identify the tale of memorials,Mysteriously crafted with layers of doubts,Often not happened,But as remembered,That’s a circle of continuity,Never-ending stream of fragments,Composed of felt impressions and unfelt emotions,In the symphony of silence,With uncertainty as a companion,And losing a sensibility,I discovered the joy of breaking,The feeling of not knowing to…

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  • Memento

    The seconds and recalls,Are melted with entangled chaos,Within the sphere of heart and mind,Now and then it wanders on the surface,With strange remembering,And unknown encounters,But as one resists it,Not able to understand and explain,It provokes huge tides of darkness,Composed of little things,Harming the one around unintentionally,One hides in those safe enclosures,And jumps to the bottom…

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  • Our tale

    There is a niche hidden in the ruined soul,Past the thinking mind and feeling of the heart,Beyond the beyond,Where my realm flourishes with light,Created from the blending of water and air, Sensing the calmness as my essence,As the light of reflection,And your world dwells in dark,Compelled from fire and ice, hidden from light,Sensing the chaos…

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  • Time

    The passage of time, We hide in our eyes, The silence behind the cracks of heart, The gazes of distraction, And desire to run away, We survive in imaginations, Composing a wonderland of tales, Engaging with the soul deeply, Loving the unloved pieces of ourselves, We wander with the darkness, We dwell through nature, Understanding…

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  • Sensitivity

    Looking around, Provokes me to wonder about the ocean of emotions, People hold in their eyes, And the wounded heart wrapped in the mirage of shadows, Screaming to escape from everything,  And to never reach anywhere, As their hearts are emerging from waves of the past, Sailing in form of hurt, sorrow, and guilt, Hurting…

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