O my sapling,  
let's stay grounded to feel the roots.  
I know it gets blurred.  
In that blur, I try to understand,  
I try my best,  
before it gets too late or early.  

O my sapling, let's stand amongst the flowers,  
shielding against the storm of heaviness.  
More like heavy emotions.  
I know it gets blurred everywhere.  
But it is okay, as something is moving.  
It moves as it touches something within and comes out movingly.  

The feelings within me were growling, so I whispered to them and wept softly with warmth in my feelings.  
My heart feels like it's rolling.  

O dear sapling, let's take a nap to feel our roots.  
The turmoil of feeling is deep, and my heart keeps rolling.  

O heartening care,  
let me not become closed off.  
Let me feel the downpour.  
I need you,  
for my heart keeps rolling with  
the heavy pouring inside,  
and I feel drenched.  

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You left me alone  
When I wanted you so much.  
But then I saw a star, the loneliest  
In the whole sky.  
It captured my heart  
And later danced with it.  
I sang my heart out to the best  
With the hip-hop version of my life and  
Piano love stories that were so unfulfilled.  
But then I saw another mystic star  
That gazed at me and shone in its brilliance to be a friend.  
But I wondered if I was mistaken in thinking it was a friend;  
So I left my stories alone. Later, I danced my heart out  
To feel all the love I had.  
But this time,  
It was to myself that I gave my heart.  
And I won!  
©shivpoetesspriya

You write.  
I want to listen.

I want to listen  
in order to feel  
and leave behind  
something that doesn't hold the value of depth.

The depth of love.

The depth of love  
can feel the pain of others' sorrow and the happiness of their celebrations.

Why wasn't I open to it?

I want to feel the mercy  
of your kindness.

The mercy of love that's ingrained in all of us.

I read.  
I read all of it;  
I felt and decided to leave something behind.

I thank you for  
your valued description that I carry now.  
©shivpoetesspriya

You looked at me,  
But I did not look at you.  
I looked away, far away, so that I could feel more about you.  

The shining eyes of your heart shine in my heart and make me feel loved.  
Those shining eyes of yours make me feel happy.

You looked at me,  
I looked away, away and far away...  

I felt you right inside my heart...  

I hope I never miss these moments again.  
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All alone... with your heart, all alone...  
Oh... oh...  
All alone, with your chasm, all alone...  

I believe... I stumble,  
I stand and sway to your tune.  

I believe I feel you and sing this song  
In my heart, all alone...  

It is time to be honest about  
Your capacity, your ability to be all alone...  

It’s all alone...  
The timer has its setting to delve deep down when the bell rings to reveal its true timing, and until then, it’s all alone...  
La... la... la...

©shivpoetesspriya

Whenever you come to me in white,  
Your grandeur walks away with my heart.  

It takes my heart away and carries it with you.  

Whenever you come to me,  
Notice me; you are in white, while I happily watch you in adorable yellow light.  

Your white and grand light,  
Do look into my heart,
A heart that has left the possession of rosiness  
To feel the mighty volume of its light within itself.  

Do look at me in my heart,  
And for the sake of this peace,  
Do dip your hands in its grandeur yellow light.  

Whenever you come to me,  
In white along with your grandeur walk.  

I will be at the corner praying for you  
With my yellow heart.  
©shivpoetesspriya

All seasons have come to an end.  
The shining eyes,  
The smiling face,  
The yearning heart looked even happier as the seasons passed.  

Why was this magic fluttering its unique tune all around?  

Was it a blessing that sought to embrace you, sweetening the corners of the heart?  

My sad look, without wanting your gaze in return.  
But your look made me feel as if I had regained tremendous faith in you and in myself.  

That sad look, my sad look, is now an understanding look for me.  
Yes, the seasons have passed, and so have the reasons.  
A smiling face,  
A yearning heart looks even happier.  
©shivpoetesspriya