Priya Sumit   (P®!¥@ $um!t)
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Music is my soul 🎶
Writing my passion
Reading my hobby
Joined YQ on 5th August 17
Joined 5 August 2017


Music is my soul 🎶
Writing my passion
Reading my hobby
Joined YQ on 5th August 17
Joined 5 August 2017
31 JAN 2022 AT 19:51

Earth that orbits around the Sun
keeps revolving at it's pace.
Contrary, we need a reminder
that in order to win,
we have to run the race.— % &

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31 JAN 2022 AT 18:46

Fallen roses
dried and wilted,
fragrance still alive.
Broken hearts
smashed and shattered
soul still revives.— % &

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26 JAN 2022 AT 16:28

I had planted some white roses
on my barren soul.
They are a symbol of peace,
that's what I was told.
I nurtured them
with tender love and care,
they blossomed and gave me
enough strength to bear.
Now my soul is a grassland
as vast as an ocean,
with plants blooming
with endless emotions.— % &

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24 JAN 2022 AT 18:44

My dreams thundered with a bolt
like dark clouds on a rainy day,
and then I saw
dews of hope shining
over the hills and far away.
The bright colours
of the smiling sky
wished me a warm hello.
It said, 'follow your heart
and keep chasing your dreams
till the end of the rainbow.'

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21 JAN 2022 AT 17:52

Your heart never felt
home to me
and my heart couldn't get
a moment of rest.
I came with a heartful
of love,
you made me enter;
just as an unwelcomed guest.

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19 JAN 2022 AT 19:17

I've heard them speak a lot about me
in their own special way,
smirking at me with their words
dipped in honey when they say.

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17 JAN 2022 AT 15:17

Wildflower

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14 JAN 2022 AT 15:17

The sky knows
my words are dipped
in heartbreak
reeking poetry
and turning insane.
So read them
if you wish to
drug yourselves
from pleasing
and mortal pain.

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12 JAN 2022 AT 15:56

I wished upon a shooting star tonight,
which I saw slip and fade away,
as I couldn't write
those three precious words to you,
that you needed to hear me say.

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11 JAN 2022 AT 16:39

The book
on my table remembers
when I had last touched
it's pages.
The bookmark
sneaking out of it's 100th page
is making blank faces.
Hold me, touch me
and turn me to read,
It keeps yelling, begs and plead.

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