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Samriddhi Sep 24
No one knows, you walked down that lonely path,
No one knows about the battles you fought so hard!
No one knows about the times you got defeated,
When you were cluched in fear that's still deeply seated!
No one knows the amount of courage you held to stay, even when the hope swept away...
No one knows how easy was it to give up, but you choose to stood up.
No one knows the amount of efforts which went unseen...
No one knows the journey was never serene!
No one knows what it takes to fight everyday...
No one knows how hard it is to not find your own way...

Years and years have passed... storms have swayed, shadows have faded, seasons cycled and illustrated.
Ans still...

No one knows how much it takes for all those retakes,
Everyday starting from the very start!!
Everyday when you fall apart!!
Maybe we are the someone we all need  to keep reminding ourselves that it might be a long and tough journey but we have all what it takes to boat upstream!
Samriddhi Apr 15
Walking with a smily face,
Holding that hollow space...
Embarked engraved and deeply seated,
In the path where peace was
defeated...
Withholding a story never told
Waiting for my truth to unfold,
A story of resilience,
A story of dedication,
A story of heartbreak,
It's a story of immense generosity...
A story chasing me...
Or am i the one chasing the story??
It's a story of a girl who loves..
A girl who always stood up....
Ran, walk, and even crawled but never gave up.
The story still goes on with the void in heart... even on the good bad and the ugly days!
I feel it's important to pick yourself up, even in the worst times and not forgetting how far you've come even on the days when you feel it's over, it is not! its  your sonnet its your story hence the ending should belong to you the way you alter it.
  Apr 11 Samriddhi
Aditya Roy
If not for this moment
We could escape this winter
Never look back
At our sick, cold, and brittle bodies

If not for this hour
We could make the world ours
In a space
Trimmed from the flesh of time

If not for this insanity
The trees would welcome us
Their finger-like branches curling up
The autumn leaves

We can't rewrite history
Erase the inner conflict
So, we tear the pages of poetry
Breathing in the undying fire

Writhing under the touch
Crying and running chaste fingers
Through the river of the ****** souls
Savoring the havoc

We could stop and cry war
And complain
About how powerless we all are
To the heart

When I look at your face
I treasure this vulnerable soul
That has always needed your
Love
Lately I've been feeling
Disconnected from the world
It seems such a dreadful place
It feels far away from home

So I come to my safe haven
Read and write for hours
Write and read some more
And I know I'm not alone

For I get to see each of you
The outcasts, the weirdos
The misfits, the poets...
But above all, the kind

My little beacons of hope...
My people
I love Hepo and I've met the most incredible people around here... but I'm not sure it's such a safe space anymore.
REPOST: written in Jan/25.
Samriddhi Apr 7
He didn't know the people he saved,
flew towards it when his service waved!
Got his name on the skies engraved!!
A man with unquenched valour,
He was indeed a sky sailor,
With a big heart and a bigger steel within,
His flame was intense compared to his machine!
With dedication, love, and courage, making him a complete man,
Protected civilians even when he couldn't land!
Indian skies will always remember your story...
To, a lot of men in blue, men in white and men in olive, as you touch the sky with glory!
A lot of defense personnel across globe make the supreme sacrifice for the people they barely know, leaving behind the legacy the nation stands upon!
What makes these men turn their bones and flesh turn into steel?
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