🌹Pretty Flawed

Dazzling, sparkling, shining silver,

Empty but a torrent, a reflective shining blizzard,

An image there, startled, scared,

Buckling unheard under a weight it cannot bear.

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For when was a rose

Spawned without its thorns

The shimmer of beauty

Never came without a cost.

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For that glinting lock is far too straight

Perhaps a curl could lend it grace,

If only her eyes were large and clear,

Maybe then she could have learned to love her face.

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Perhaps these clothes could hide the weight,

When was the last time that she ate?

Shoulders back, chin up, always sit upright,

Perfect hair, don’t stare, don’t forget to smile.

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For they said she is imperfect and imperfect is she,

They pointed out her flaws and said she wasn’t pretty,

So she changed everything about herself to feel happy,

But tell me, after losing herself, who really could be?

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She wore a mask of paint and dust

And hid behind it all day,

And hated what she saw beneath,

When it fell away.

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Such violent, vicious, crippling hate

The kind that hurts and begins to callously decay,

A rosebush has roots, ones that keep it up straight,

But all the hurt and pain caused hers to slowly fade.

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All the ones that love and care,

The sun, the sea, the land, the air,

Can help to heal you, but still

If you don’t hold yourself up, who will?

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Learn to love that which you see

Beauty is not always what the eye doth meet,

Inside and outside, it’s a package deal

But never lose touch with reality.

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Be the one you want to be,

Love yourself, indiscriminately,

Like a rose with all its thorns,

Pretty with all her imperfections and flaws.

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ARSHIA VORA

πŸŽ‡ IGNITE

The firework ignites,

Bursting in the sky,

Settled but not in place 

A sparkle of the prism

In the dazzle of grace

Brightest before the schism.

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ARSHIA & AARUSHI

This was my first collaboration ever, with Aarushi! (It took us four years-but what better day than today?). Enjoy this short, offbeat poem encapsulating our whims and musings. Happy Friendship Day!

🌱 STAR

Celebrating four years of arshiavora.com πŸ™‚

Sapling Plantation - Aster RV Hospital

An oppressive blanket of darkness

Stretching for miles and miles at end

Heavy, crushing, weighing down

A silence stretching all around.

A tiny soft and delicate seed

Dainty and weak, fueled by need

Life was never easy.

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A push and a shake

Strength, behind the quake

A weakness in the defence

An army sent to hell

Dirt scatters all around

But nobody there shouts

No whistles or applause

It rises from the ground

Delicate, but proud

In morning sunlight’s glory,

A star begins it’s story.

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ARSHIA VORA

πŸ‘€When Nobody Believes You

 
Arshia Vora

When nobody believes you

Is your story even true?

When nobody believes you

What are you supposed to do?


Like the tree that fell

But you didn’t hear its sound,

Even if you’re screaming

Are you really that loud?


A fable changed by a thousand revisions

A story tamed for hint of rebellion

A lack in trust if the going gets tough

Reality diminished behind facade.


But running through the hallway which never ends

Ragged and heaving, shouting in defense

Will not scrape away the cobwebs of their tale

A single boat straining against a scarlet lake.


When nobody believes you, you are all alone

A single ember lighting up the ruins of a hope.

When nobody believes you, do not give up the fight,

The veil will shift, the clouds will part, the truth will come to light.

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ARSHIA VORA

πŸŽ‡New Year

New Year Fireworks, Harbour Bridge -AV

It’s the beginning of a chapter,

What’s written has been writ

But the fresh, blank paper

Has not a blot of ink on it.

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A rose white page

A filled, black pen

You’ve written the beginning

Now continue with the end.

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Hey! Here’s a 3 month late New Years poem that I did write around the right time, but couldn’t publish. Now the rest of my exams have been postponed due to the virus, here’s my (very delayed) first post of 2020, ‘New Year’.

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ARSHIA VORA

πŸ† True Winner.

 

You did work hard.

You sacrificed all you have got.

You carefully laid down your playing cards.

Yet, God willed it and you lost.

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A few days of tears

Seem like the longest years.

But what use are they?

They are wasting your day,

And there is nothing you can do about it.

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Yes, God willed it.

And now you despise Him.

You wonder why, and more you cry.

But, dear me, you are blind!

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You do not see how much you have improved.

How God is secretly helping you.

In this world there is no loser-

just a winner and a learner.

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Believe in God, in Him, in His gifts.

And you will get just the right lift.

To enter the world with new determination…

To help this world and our nation.

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So never doubt the power of God

One day, you too, shall be great.

But remember, whether you win or you lose,

As long as your efforts are killer…

You shall always be a winner!

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ARSHIA VORA