As the wind blows through the glass windows and the curtains silently whisper
The clock in my heart chimes three leaving the streets of my soul naked
I try to catch a fleeting memory while it slips away into an abyss of thoughts
It seeped into my core like the rain on the ground just before it faded.
With glassy eyes I search for myself in my conundrum of emotions
And the pounding rain brings back haunting memories of forgotten pasts
I spasmodically clench my fingers under the burden of unwritten roles
Wishing for some respite but only for a moment does it last.
Hugging the nightmares of yesterdays and basking in the dreams
Breathing in the unwritten destinies of today I inevitably cycle back in time
A hidden voice caresses my heart and I momentarily let go
My lips softly move in prayer as I beg for permanence in this transient life.
-Ishita Gupta
Sad but beautifully written, Ishita ❤️
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Thanks a lot, Shweta!❣🤗
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Always a pleasure 😊
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❤🤗
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This is really beautiful Ishita.
“The clock in my heart chimes three leaving the streets of my soul naked “
Your vision and descriptions are so gorgeously worded. This is why we miss your writing. Bravo Ishita!!
Love you ❤️❤️🤗🌹Joni
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Thank you so much Joni!! I am so happy you enjoyed it and thank you again for your kind words❤❣🤗😍
Love and hugs🤗🦋❣
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❤️🤗😘💕🦋
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So very raw and beautiful Ishita ❤
(PS: I really need to think a nivkname for ya)
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Thanks a lot Akshi!😍❤❣
Haha😆 Probably Ishi? I have been called Ish by one of my friends😂 You choose!
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Lets call you Isha😌
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Ok done!😁
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Ahhh this touched my soul 🥺🥺
It was so beautiful and the picture you chose really created an awesome aesthetic 😇😇
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Thank you sooo much Tanvi!!😍😍❣🤗 Means a lot!💕
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Very moving write, Ishita, with so many beautiful lines. Hope all is well. Take care, my dear. ❤️🤗
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Thank you so much Punam❤
Yes I am well, hope you are fine too🥰🤗
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My pleasure. Great. I am well too. 🤗❤️
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Glad to hear that🤗
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Soo beautiful 😍
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Thanks a lot Aashi!🥰❤
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This is fascinating Ishita!
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Thank you!🤍
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Welcome 🙂
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lovely poem Ishita
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Thanks a lot Cindy!❣🤗
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💖
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That’s quite sad but beautiful, Ishita! It’s better to adapt to the permanence of change. I don’t think life has permanent aspects other than death and change.
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Thank you so much Anisha!❤
That is very true. Change is the only permanence, the only constant of nature.
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Oh, how I love this sweetheart. That’s great poetry.
“Hugging the nightmares of yesterdays and basking in the dreams
Breathing in the unwritten destinies of today I inevitably cycle back in time…
xoxo
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Ah! Thank you so much hon❤ Means a lot!🤗
xoxoxo
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🥰❤️🌹🥰❤️🌹
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“My lips softly move in prayer as I beg for permanence in this transient life”…i love this line …its so beautiful
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Thank you so much! I am so glad you liked it🤗❤
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Words straight from heart ❤️
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Thanks a lot!🤍❣
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