all the day
I gather my broken pieces
with my hands
settle them down
wash them off
and strive
I shine like sun.
all the night
I break myself
into dejected pieces again
3 am. is a fight
it ruins all
I talk to my ghost.
-SHREYA
3 am.
The scars of my soul bleed through words in the form of poetry.
Mysterious Soul 
truth told so beautifully💖
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Thank you so much, Cindy. ✨
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You’re very welcome! 💕
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Hello dear Shreya. I loved these words. You wrote like a Bukowski poem. You bleed to paper. Thank you for sharing your amazing poetry.
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Ah thank you so much for these beautiful comment. It made by day. Thanks a lot. ❤
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You are welcome dear Shreya.
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Please read the amazing poetry by a talented writer.
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Thanks for the reblog. I am elated. 💜
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Was my pleasure dear Shreya and you are welcome.
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I can so relate to this
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I can understand..
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Beautiful flow to this stunning poem, Shreya.
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Thank you so much! ✨❤
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There’s something about 3am that gives me goosebumps, it’s a nice poem with a bit of spookiness which by the way I completely loved 😁💖
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Totally agree! 3am has its own eccentricity. Thank you so much!!
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It sure does. You’re most welcome!
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Good one.
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Thanks 🙂
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Powerful piece, Shreya. Love it!💕
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Thanks, Grace always. 🌼
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My pleasure, Shreya.💕
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👌👌👌✒️🌹
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Thanks ❤
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Why only 3 am…haha
.but it’s good
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I don’t know. 2 am. 3 am. These are eerie.
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Haha.. understood
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It’s beautiful….
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Thank you.
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3 am , 😦
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Thanks. 🧚♂️
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Beautifully written!
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Thanks 😊
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Felt that, Shreya. If I could figure out how to reblog it on my phone, I would. Techno fool that I am.
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Haha it’s okay, Richard. Thanks for reading.
Also I have been missing your 50 word stories and jorios, elfjes (my fav). I remember I learnt from your poems earlier and used to write. I have been inactive on blog since few months but glad to be back.
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Me too. I’ve posted the odd thing but just struggle for time. Keep it up if you can. You’re too good not to.
Don’t make me wag my finger. 😄
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There’s something eerie about that hour
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Ahh yes it is
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3 am is indeed a fight !!! Painful, yet so beautiful ❤
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Yes Roshni. Thanks you so much for reading.
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Wonderful way of projecting one’s crippled 3A.M thoughts.
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Thank you so much! I am glad you liked it. 💜❤🧡
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Mesmerising.
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Thanks.
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3 am is a fight 😞
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Indeed yes. Thanks for reading.
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That depth! 😍
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Thanks!
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Hi
I’m new in WordPress
Exploring
Please help me ,how it helps on your blogs
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Hi Rupa. Welcome to the blog.
You can try following more and more followers by exploring “Discover” Section of your interests. Also, try engaging more by liking and commenting on the posts.
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Sure sis
Need more to learn
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Heartbreaking beautiful, Shreya
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Thanks, Shweta. 💛
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सराहनीय👏
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Thanks 🙂
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Stunning.
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Thanks 🧡
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Amazing Shreya ❣
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Thanks, Era. ❤
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Anytime 🤗🙂
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