Something..

Something I wanted...
Something that you had.
Something I gave you...
Something you broke.

Into little pieces smaller than
drops of my tear.
Couldn't hold you forever,
Cause you pretended to be near...
And now you are gone..left me alone.

Something you returned me...
Something that was mine.
Something you said to me...
Something last time.

You gave my heart back
Full of wounds and scars.
You said you loved me,
Before you went so far,
And now I am waiting alone...for you to come home.

Something we had...
Something between us...
Something you broke...
Something we called trust.

When you said that you loved me,
And then left me for someone else.
When you betrayed me time again,
Made my life worse than hell.
Now I have moved on ahead...wish you were never mine.

Something that we never had.
Something we never got.
Something that wasn't your or mine...
Something...that something.
...............................................................................


Copyright: Abhi Ojha, 11/23/2017 11:30 AM IST

Abhi Ojha, 19, Nepal is a budding poet.

 He has always been interested in human emotions.

Young in life, he is still discovering different emotions

projected in different scenarios and keeps tasting and

expressing them through his poems and stories.

For more from Abhi follow his blog: It's a wonderful lie.

In his words:

A friend of the moon and the stars,

The clouds in the dark

and the breeze of the wind,

everything I have learned

everything I have learned.

It's a beautiful lie.

https://itsabeautifullie.wordpress.com/

or follow him on Instagram: @im_yogesh11

Something is a beautiful poem guest written to Exotic Effervescence by Abhi Ojha, 19, Nepal. A poem with feelings of a broken love, with feelings of a betrayed heart. Keep your and others' hearts safe, they have feelings.


Love,
Lipi Gupta

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Shades of me...

Sometimes I feel,
I don't live in my body.
I am just an audience...
Looking at me,
From a distance far away...
All night- All day.

I see the smile,
I see it while..
It rests on the face,
Traveling to the eye base.
Lighting up the eyes,
Till the tear dries.
The shy blush
As the blood rush...
on a cheeky compliment...
Or a true praise.

The innocence of the feeling,
Speck of emotion reeling-
Determination in the eyes,
Freedom and ties.
Brave and bold,
Sometimes ice cold,
Weighed down by anchor,
pure hatred...innocent anger,
feelings directed,
confusions subjected.

Looking at me
Like I don't live in my body.
Watching from a distance far away.
All night- All day.

I see all those shades.
One comes as other fades.
Shades of laughter, shades of pain.
Pride sometimes- sometimes vain.
Funny, angry, happy, bravery-
All...Just some shades of me.

     We have lots of moods...lots of feelings..lots of chapters in our lives- Lots of shades. Grab on to your originality. Grab on to your shades.

Love,
Lipi Gupta


Copyright: Lipi Gupta, 11/20/2017 5:30 PM IST
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The mask I wear...

The mask I wear..
To deceive.
The world off my reality,
My vulnerability,
My insecurity.

Been wearing it for so long...
I don't have a separate identity anymore..
The mask and me..

Been wearing it for so long...
I don't know which is truer,
The mask or me..

Been wearing it for so long...
Feels like only the mask exists,
That I stopped existing long ago.


Love,
Lipi Gupta


Copyright: Lipi Gupta, 11/17/2017 9:30 AM IST
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I miss being me..

I miss my smile..
That ran on my lips..
I miss my eyes..
That twinkled all the time..
I miss what I was..
I was me..before you..
Since I have met you..
I started changing too..
Becoming more like you..
I miss what I was before...
I miss being me..


Do not change yourself..If you think you will miss being what you were.

Love,
Lipi Gupta



Copyright: Lipi Gupta, 11/14/2017 11:30 AM IST
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इंतज़ार...

याद है मुझे मेरा हर आँसूं..
हर सिसकी..
तन्हाई में बीता हर लम्हा..
अब आदत सी है तनहा जीने की..
इंतज़ार के घूँट पीने की..
अब तो सच है...
तेरे आने का यकीं भी नहीं मुझे..
याद में तेरी शामें भिगोना..
किस्मत सा बन गया है..
तेरे इंतज़ार में जीना..
बस एक ज़रुरत सा बन गया है.





Love,
Lipi Gupta



Copyright: Lipi Gupta, 11/13/2017 8:30 AM IST
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My Brain..

My brain..
My prison..
Prison of my thoughts..
Prison of my feelings..
Captive of my beliefs..
Tied in its perception..
Drifting in its notion..
Constrained..
Confined..
Cramped up..
Till a wave comes..
To engulf it whole..
Powerful..
And potent..
That embrace the beauty..
Enrage the vigor..
Giving the release.

    Let those pressures go, express yourself.

Love,
Lipi Gupta

Copyright: Lipi Gupta 11/10/2017 4:15 PM IST
For more, visit: http://tantrumfits.com/my-brain/

I Breathe...

I breathe...
And the breath doesn't come..
It feels like my lungs..
Have been choked..
And devoid of air...
Making them yearning more and more...
For one long gasp...
The relief that will follow...
Can be compared to none...
But for now..
The choking...
The yearning..
The feeling..
Of death is all I have.





       Free your life from all kind of pollution, that may suffocate you, choke you. Breathe clean air...live carefree.

Love,
Lipi Gupta

Copyright: Lipi Gupta 11/10/2017 8:30 AM IST

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