The lady ceased shining upon the ocean
yond did love being frozen
h'rself did start gleaming from within

The ocean is quite quaint
the lady cannot taketh h'r eyes off that gent
but it’s hard as t getting bitter cold'r day by day
and the lady needeth warmth

Thee knoweth h'r
the lady wouldn’t oth'rwise
if 't be true only the ocean wouldst alloweth h'r melteth that gent

and giveth h'r the warmth
the lady wanteth to shareth

-Aayushi Arora

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Formerly—She didn’t know what colors she liked
And pastels were not her thing
She kept her closet and world black and white
Unless one showed her how colourful yet subtle she can be
She only knew two extremes
And nothing in between
Nevertheless, it’s time to grow tall and see
what she eminently wants to embellish
what she has to be

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Unsaid those words were
She felt the whole universe in a flash
The chamber was locked in tight
To be understood—she spoke with her eyes

Her agony is unsaid
Believed to be untrue
It’s whole yet incomplete
It’s roaring yet secrete

Would you like to hear her?

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She was carried to the ocean’s depths;
they were rendered blind by her bioluminescence.

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Dark that night was
She was seeking serenity

Wryly the wind's boom was drowned out by her thoughts

She was trying to find the moon
As she longed to see the moonlight
Not realising
It was about to rain

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No extremes bothered her.
She was just circling the vast body of water, and the ocean seemed to like her.

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Just for tonight..

It wasn't a perfect day.
It was uncomfortable.
It was like I filled ten sheets of my exam with wrong answers, and I won't get the time back.
It was like I filled those beautiful calm white pages of my book with dark colors.
Nevertheless, doesn't it make my book read-worthy?
All happy would have been boring, dull, tedious. Isn't it?
We aren't supposed to be all smiles every single day. Isn't it?
Is it okay if I don't smile just for tonight?
Is it okay if I feel the pain just for tonight?
Is it okay if I feel the emptiness, hollowness, bareness, vacantness just for tonight?
Just for tonight..

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Every so often, it’s hard to profess,
Very often, it’s harder to express.
Why, for once, can’t we let go of all the chains tying us
—yet us thriving hard to impress
—let out all the colors buried in the heart,
and create a beauteous mess?

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The Unexpressed

In spite of yearning for love, her soul was petrified of expressing.
Keeping the bountiful love compressed in a little black indestructible box seemed serene.
Her being an extrovert kept all the emotions compressed in that little secret chamber.
But— every minute— every second— she prayed.
She prayed for a tough but tender man to come, and break the unbreakable.
The chamber can neither be broken with a hammer, nor a mallet, nor with anything that exists as matter.
Even the warmth scares her seeing that her already cold heart is scared of freezing alone, again.
She is just adapting herself in a new body that’s cold, every day, every minute.
So, how could one bring out the unexpressed?

To be contd in caption..

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May be

you filled her

with love and care.

She was priority

but me!

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