Sweta Mishra  
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Joined 28 July 2017


Joined 28 July 2017
18 AUG 2022 AT 5:41

A Peace To Yearn For

Sitting on the beach at night
Hearing the waves crash
Breeze gently sweeping across face
A moon- lit sky and stars over the head
Some old melody playing behind in the shack
The crowd lost in somnia
A loved one beside
A comfortable silence
Trading soothing smiles for calming glances
"What?"
"Nothing😊"

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2 JAN 2022 AT 16:51

Arz kiya hai
Waqt ne bhi kya haseen sitam kiya hai
Waqt ne bhi kya haseen sitam kiya hai
Kal mazak samjhkar apni guroor mai unka izhar kya thukra diye
Aaj unke mohabbat mai jaanisar hoke hum khud se hi haar gaye

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20 NOV 2021 AT 22:49

I know you won't tell me
Even though you feel torn to pieces
Pretending to be as happy as you could be
Turning all shades of blue in agony inside
The yellow you adorn just can't help to hide
Wishing if your emotions could run free
I know you still wouldn't tell me

I know you won't tell me
About the cage you bind your heart in without a key
The blank pages of your diary
Screams of your silence and worry
Losing your words that have fallen to misery
With sadness in your eyes as infinite as the sea
Yes I know , yet you will not tell me

I know you won't tell me
Of the nightmares you see
That shake you out of your moment's sleep
Instilling hours of insomnia for you to keep
With a feigning smile you look anxiously at me
I know you will never tell me

So for the thousands of things you dont tell me
Theres one important thing I want to plea
In this fight of yours with unseen demons that you hide
I promise to stand by you and by this poem I abide
Together we shall break these shackles and set you free
Coz' it doesn't matter if you don't tell me

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5 JUN 2021 AT 12:04

Once again blood was spattered on that apron of spotless white,
Once again knowledge succumbed to the uncertainty of might.
The saviour who once pledged an oath to save all lives,
Was now brutally threatened at the point of lethal knives.

For each life gained, not a single word of praise would he cost;
But blamed he would always be for any life lost.
Those selfish hands that once swarmed him for free consultation,
Now held sticks and stones against him, out of their frustation.

Bound in duty of sleepless nights, he would shiver and cry;
Aghast with nightmares, the revival of his lost spirit was beyond try.
Tortured and beaten at the hands of those inhuman souls benighted ,
Ignoring the basic rights of a legal trial, justice was sacrificed unsighted.

Suffering unfanthomable pain, he refused retaliation,
Sacrificing years of patience was way beyond his reputation.
News of their torture sent a chill down his family's spines,
His colleagues and fraternity froze in horror as they read those bulletin lines.

The prejudice of the masses remained silent as they always would,
After all the white coated 'Gods' can protect themselves, only if they could.

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20 MAY 2021 AT 0:37

It's a warmth I feel
When he holds my hands
A warmth that steadies my trembling hands
A warmth that trembles my steady hands
I raise my eyes to look at him
Yet I lose again
When I find them already staring into mine
And his lips curve almost instantly into a stealthy smile
As I stand frozen and blushed, in awe of his charming style

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1 MAY 2021 AT 1:40

Sometimes it is really difficult to forgive someone who has wronged you, forgive someone who has betrayed you, forgive someone who didn't stand up to your expectations.
You don't easily forget those words that pierced your heart or actions that broke the entire image you had of them.
So you hold onto the sour memories, weep your soul in silence..awaiting your the day when you can repay them with your vengeance
And until then, you let a part of them, stay within you like a parasite eating away your happiness, before you even realise.

Yes forgiving is difficult, maybe equivalent to climbing the Himalayas, but it is possible and utterly necessary to relieve you off the burden of toxic memories your heart and mind has been carrying all along. You need to be aware of the space they consume in your brain like junk files that you don't need but keep just in case someday you might need them back and in doing so, you prevent yourself from acquiring new memories and better vibes that will free up your mental space, expand your horizons and help you grow into a better version of yourself.

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28 FEB 2021 AT 13:14

In tough times, I have seen a light;
A light of enlightenment burning bright.
Blinding me from the darkness around,
Breaking the shackles that had me bound.
Falling onto my knees,I delve into salvation;
Diving deep into my deeds and values for due probation.

There's chaos and a mess it has always been;
Twitching those entangled nerves of the brain from within.
The parched soul craves for peace in desperation,
While tears dry awaiting happiness and appreciation.
As I lose myself, into a misery untold;
I feel a warmth of glow magically unfold.
The blinding light, like a ray of hope enters my soul,
And ignites the extinguished fire of survivability in whole.

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18 DEC 2020 AT 8:54

Dont talk about pain
To people who write
symphonies for deathmarch

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18 DEC 2020 AT 8:19

I wrote poetry for people
Who appreciated the rhyme and rhythm
But not the words and feelings in them

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6 DEC 2020 AT 21:35

Zindagi toh sabki bas ek gadi ki tarah ban chuki hai
Jiski gadi ruki huyi hai
Woh bhagana ke liye bekarar hai
Aur jiski gadi bhaag rahi hai
Woh rukne ke liye bekarar hai

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