Pasupulati Gayatrishree  
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From my thoughts to your hearts🌻
Nyctophile🌙️
Joined 19 January 2021


From my thoughts to your hearts🌻
Nyctophile🌙️
Joined 19 January 2021
12 MAY 2024 AT 15:02

As you sculpted my existence, did you find yourself anew,
Or did you sacrifice your essence, to mold me into you?

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17 APR 2024 AT 2:07

Tears, small drops of sorrow's sea,
Each a verse in pain's poetry.
They speak of tales untold, unseen,
Echoes of hearts in anguish keen.
In literature's pages, they find their place,
Lines of sadness, lines of grace.
Each tear a word, each drop a line,
In the saga of a soul's design.
From eyes they fall like gentle rain,
Yet carry storms of inner pain.
They shimmer with the light of grief,
A mosaic of anguish, beyond belief.
In pain and sorrow, they find release,
In the language of tears, there lies peace.

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28 FEB 2024 AT 1:36

The kind of toxicity you accept in a relationship,
somewhere defines your personal fragility.

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20 FEB 2024 AT 13:12

Crying, often deemed a sign of fragility, emerges as a reservoir of strength, a testament to the courage it takes to confront one's deepest pains. Like a river carving through the landscape, tears etch the map of our emotional terrain, revealing valleys of sorrow and peaks of joy.
A solitary tear, seemingly inconspicuous, carries the weight of unspoken narratives.

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6 FEB 2024 AT 0:32

In chaos's embrace, find solace and ease,
Take a pause, disconnect, let your mind release.
In fleeting moments, know your true core,
A few seconds of peace, refresh, restore.

Amidst the noise, hear your inner voice,
Plan your steps, make a mindful choice.
Unfurl your essence, let judgment subside,
What others say fades, in self-truth abide.

Don't be swayed by external decree,
Your self-perception holds the key.
If you see beauty within, pure and true,
Embrace it, for what matters is you.

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3 FEB 2024 AT 19:27

In shards of sorrow, colors blend,
Mosaic melancholy, a tale to send.
Broken fragments of a once whole heart,
Artistry of pain, a mesmerizing art.

Whispers of joy, now lost in hue,
A symphony of sadness, a palette askew.
Each piece a memory, etched in time,
Mosaic melancholy, a bittersweet rhyme.

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1 FEB 2024 AT 18:22

Chehre pe guroor, aankhon mein naamee chhupi,
Duniya se hum, dil ki baat chehre se chhupa dete hain.
Lekin aankhein, kahani bayan karti hain,
Bhool jaate hain hum, ek ek cheez keh jaati hai.

Aanjaan log, ek pal mein sab kuch samajh jaate hain,
Jahan kareebi log, dil ki gehraaiyon ko nahi samajh paate.
Darshaana chahte hain hum kuch aur, lekin aankhen sab keh deti hain,
Humare andar chhupi raahein, kisi aur tak pahuncha deti hain.

Chehre ka pardah, dil ki dastaan chhupa sakti hai,
Magar aankhon ki zubaan, sachai ko sabke saamne laa deti hai.
Is duniya ki bheed mein, hum khud ko kho jaate hain,
Aankhon ki gehraai, humare asli roop ko saaf dikhla deti hain.

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31 JAN 2024 AT 13:04

In the realm of cinema, a promise is made,
No matter life's obstacles, joy will cascade.
But reality lacks trailers, swift and bright,
Our narratives complex, no 3-hour flight.

A dual soul, part hopeless romantic's dream,
Yet, a realist's touch in the chaotic stream.
Happy, perhaps, are those who attain,
Yet, the chase continues, a cycle sustained.

Hearts break, tears flow, and rivers swell,
Yet, from the abyss, a resilient story to tell.
No true ending, just a continuous quest,
For more, more, more – an eternal zest.

Happy endings, a spectrum undefined,
Varied tales, in each heart enshrined.
Do they exist or just fragments we weave?
In life's vast tapestry, what do we believe?

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27 JAN 2024 AT 10:19

Beneath painted smiles, a world unseen,
Sad interiors, veiled behind a screen.
Coping mechanisms, whispers in the dark,
Loneliness masked, a silent spark.

In this generation, a masquerade,
Faking joy, emotions carefully laid.
A dance with shadows, forgetting to live,
Truth locked away, the heart doesn't forgive.

The jar overflows, emotions cascade,
A burst of truth, in silence, we're swayed.
Unseen ripples affect those we hold dear,
Suppressing feelings, we're entwined in fear.

Faking it so well, fooling our own soul,
Midnight's clock tolls, a truth takes its toll.
Alone with thoughts, in solitude we find,
Break the chains, let authenticity bind.

Face the mirror, be true to your core,
Shine with authenticity, let illusions no more.
In breaking the chains, a rebirth begins,
Sad interiors transform, as genuine light wins.

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22 JAN 2024 AT 9:17

Sadness, for some, becomes a refuge—a familiar space where they can navigate their emotional landscape, albeit one filled with shadows. The sense of control over this melancholic domain, paradoxically, provides a semblance of comfort. In a world that often romanticizes pain and suffering, individuals may internalize the idea that enduring sadness is a testament to depth and authenticity.

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