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“I don’t want to be judgemental about my feelings whether they are right or wrong, till they don’t harm anyone, till they solace my wounded heart. May be it feels like sin, but killing those peaceful moments that want to cuddle your fevered soul is enormity. And those peaceful moments are whenever I talk to you”
©Sangeeta Nautiyal
“We will be buried one day, so let’s mount to the success, raise our spirit, before getting entombed underneath the earth…..”
©Sangeeta Nautiyal
My Dear self
When you encounter hypocrisy and lack of trust in the milieu you live in, then it’s natural to feel fade-up, even with your most trustworthy people. Thereat the whole world seems fabled, though it’s not logical. Just as all fingers don’t hold the same length, alike every persons living in your circle doesn’t hold the same attitude towards you, so it’s not fair to judge everyone with same perspective. You know! life is colourful with the merge of darkness and brightness of life. Indeed, darkness the need of the hour to pick out companions like stars. So, whenever you feel the darkness around you, just focus your heart to those stars who are your true mates and illumine the black of your life.
Yours truly
You
©Sangeeta Nautiyal
“Night is beautiful because moon is it’s companion
Separation is fortunate with expectancy of reunion”
©Sangeeta Nautiyal
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It’s human’s tendency that the things that have a great significance in his life he always takes them for granted whether it is about the relationship or about the natural resources.
She nurtured us and blessed us with no dearth,
In the verge of Destruction is our Mother Earth,
We take her for granted and put her on stake,
She does everything for our sake,
She puts us forth by gifting her resource,
we pollute her soul and heart with no remorse,
Her great blessings are Air, water and soil,
They are always being destroyed and spoil…
©Sangeeta Nautiyal
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It was marvellous, never happened again
I lost myself nonetheless it was gain,
It was the desire of soul that couldn’t be hide,
It was souvenir of love the first love bite.
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My heart is crying thousands of rains
But still it seems on you vain,
Nevertheless it can’t drench even small of you,
Waiting for the season when your words will be mine,
And yours will be my pain,
Ohh! I think I have to loose me some more,
My hopes are like fallen leaves on the road,
Getting pale, decaying and emotionless,
But yet your longing doesn’t let them rest in peace,
Shaking, jerking here and there like heirless deceased,
The dark inside me is darker than new moon,
Who has hope to be brighter soon,
A gust of wind is prickly like thousands of arrows,
Who are aiming the hunt of perched sparrow,
Your memories residing within me such as termites,
Every time they gnaw me every passing minute,
But at least they are with me like day and night….
Love doesn’t dwell within any place or corner of the heart. And we moron always quest it within the finite fragment. Though it dwells within the fathomless universe but we couldn’t sense it’s inherency.
-©Sangeeta Nautiyal
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My days are black more than nights,
And soothes my soul more than bright,
within it’s relevance my eyes are unable to recognise,
whether its pain or delight,
it never discriminates with any colour of emotions,
it allowes each one to reside within its entity,
that’s why I love being within dark.
Soulful poetry and thought 