Echoes of Forgotten Love

In neon jungles where shadows play,
Faces glow in artificial day.
Voices drown in digital streams,
Where love once lived, now only dreams.

Fingers dance on glassy screens,
Emojis mask what heart truly means.
Connections quick, yet spirits starve,
In haste, the soul's carved.

Letters once, with ink and grace,
Traversed miles to find their place.
Now, swipes decide who’s worth our time,
Love reduced to rhythm and rhyme.

Oh, wanderers in this modern haze,
Recall the warmth of bygone days.
Let hearts relearn the ancient art,
To love with depth, to feel, impart.

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Tangled Thoughts and Tethered Fears

He walks a path alone, so sure,
Afraid to let his heart endure,
The ties that bind, the chains that hold,
A fear of love that’s yet untold.

She stands beneath the moonlit sky,
With thoughts that race and questions why,
Her mind a storm of doubts and fears,
Each whisper louder than her tears.

He fears the weight of what could be,
The loss of self, the loss of free,
Yet sees her eyes, a tender plea,
But still, he stays, a silent sea.

She wonders if she’s enough,
If love is worth the fear, so rough,
Her mind a maze, no clear way out,
Yet hopes his heart could calm her doubt.

In silent steps, they dance around,
A fragile hope, yet still they’re bound,
Two souls that yearn, yet shy away,
From what their hearts so long to say.

He fears the hurt that love might bring,
She overthinks each fragile string,
Yet in their dance, a truth unfurls,
That love is worth the risk, dear girl.

And though they tremble, hearts afraid,
In tangled thoughts and fears, they wade,
For love is more than fears and plight,
It’s finding strength in the darkest night.

Urvashi Harsh
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My efforts aren't appreciated
As I don't have the beautiful blonde hair
He tells me how beautiful she looks
As she has fair complexion
He looks at the sky and talks about her
I look at him with my questioning eyes
I starve and long for him
But he doesn't care
I text him good morning
And wait for a year
But the ticks are still grey
My efforts aren't appreciated
As I don't have the beautiful blonde hair

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The night is too young
As he explores my body through his tongue
Sweet moans and harsh bites
And there the fire ignites.
His head dipped between her thighs
Making her breathe high
Lost in ecstasy, she chants his name
And the dark clouds thundering sounds are to be blamed
Loud groans and hard thrusts
Still we can't fill out the never ending lust .
Positions change , she sucks his earlobe,
Giving herself high hopes
She bobs her head down there
And the hold becomes tight on her hair
He grabs her and ends it with a kiss
For them It was a pure bliss.
- URVASHI HARSH

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My father and I had different ideas of love
As a child my happiness was just being with him
But he was more into his transitory happiness
Which he considered above anyone else
He was okay with the idea of losing me
He didn't say bye when I walked off .
As his transitory happiness consumed him.
I begged him to love me
But instead he paid no heed
I was nine when I begged him
And I was till his death embraced him
My father and I had different ideas of love
URVASHI HARSH

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He told me that he liked me
He kissed me tenderly on my lips
But it was difficult for both of us
As he had commitment issues and I had attachment issues
But soon I realised that I was the other women
And not the one he wanted
It shattered me but
When I was with him it felt different
The hot summers felt like the autumn. Season
There was a chance of a dried Rose to bloom again.
But Some of us are not meant to be loved

- URVASHI HARSH

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He didn't love me
He loved how I portrayed myself ,
He was in love with my smudge eyes
But he never saw my swollen red eyes
He loved my make up face
But never saw my tears -smeared face
He loved my perfect curvaceous figure
But not my scars
He loved my smile
But didn't see how it reached my eyes
When I was with him
He loved me for being perfect
But he forgot to embrace my imperfections

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" Do you love me?" She questioned with those hopeful eyes

" No , your father never loved you than can you expect me to love you "he said blankly

And there she knew how much misfortune loved her

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"please" Words didn't form in her mouth but she had alot to say

A nine year old begged her father to act right
Little did the poor girl know she would be begging ever since

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In the symphony of life , we both were antithesis where I belonged to the Romantic age and he belonged to the Renaissance age

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